POETRY. 93t 



BALLAD. 



BY THE SAME. 



(Notsojirst published.) 



/"^I 1 heard you the Pibracb sound sad in the gale, 

 V^ Where a band cometh slowly, with weeping and waii I 

 'Tis the chief of Glenara, laments for his dear, 

 And her sire and her kindred are called to her bier. 



Glenara came first, with the mourners and shroud; 

 But the kinsmen of Ellen, they mourn'd not aloud ; 

 With plaids all their bosoms were folded around. 

 They march 'd all in silence — they look'd on the ground. 



In silence they walk'd over mountain and moor. 



To heaths, where the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar ; 



— " Now, here, let us place the grey-stone of her cairne — ■ 



*' Why speak ye no word ?" said Glanara the stern. 



*' And tell me, I charge you, ye dan of my spouse, 



*' Why fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows ?'"■ 



So spoke the rude chieftain — no answer was made, 



But each mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd ! 



*' I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her shroud," 

 (Cried a roice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud) 

 " And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem, 

 " Glenara, Glenara, now read me my dream." 



Oh ! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain I ween, 

 ^Vhen tiie shroud was unrlos'd, and no lady was seen ; 

 W hen a voice from the kitisiiien grew louder in scorn, 

 ('Twas the youth's who had lov'J the fair Ellen of Lorue.) 



*' I dreamt of my lady, I dreamt of her grief, 

 " I dreamt that her lord was a barbarous chief, 

 " On a rock of the ocean, fair Ellen did seem, 

 " Glenara, Glenara, now read me my dream ?" 



In guilt, low the traitor has knelt on the ground, 

 And (he dastard reveals where his lady was found ; 

 From a rock of the ocean the beauty was borne, 

 — Now joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lome. 



2 O 1 JUINJES 



