Owen of Carron - Part 28
" She comes not; — can she then delay?"
Cried the fair youth, and dropt a tear —
" Whatever filial love could say,
To her I said, and call'd her dear .
" She comes — Oh! no — encircled round
'Tis some rude chief with many a spear:
My hapless tale that earl has found —
Ah me! my heart! — for her I fear."
His tender tale that earl had read,
Or ere it reach'd his lady's eye,
His dark brow wears a cloud of red,
In rage he deems a rival nigh.
Cried the fair youth, and dropt a tear —
" Whatever filial love could say,
To her I said, and call'd her dear .
" She comes — Oh! no — encircled round
'Tis some rude chief with many a spear:
My hapless tale that earl has found —
Ah me! my heart! — for her I fear."
His tender tale that earl had read,
Or ere it reach'd his lady's eye,
His dark brow wears a cloud of red,
In rage he deems a rival nigh.
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