"She sat down again to look, but her eyes were blinded with tears: and, in a voice interrupted by sighs, she exclaimed -- 'Not yet, not yet! Oh, my Wallace, what evil hath betided thee?'" -- Scottish Chiefs. Not yet, not yet! I thought I saw The folding of his plaid. Alas! 'twas but the mountain pine, That cast a fitful shade. The moon is o'er the highest crag, It gilds each tower and tree, But Wallace comes not back to bless The heart in Ellerslie. Not yet, not yet. Is that his plume I see beneath the hill? Ah, no! 'tis but the waving fern, The heath is lonely still. Dear Wallace, day-star of my soul, Thy Marion weeps for thee; She fears lest evil should betide The guard of Ellerslie. Not yet, not yet. I heard a sound, A distant crashing din; 'Tis but the night-breeze bearing on The roar of Corie Lin. The gray-haired harper cannot rest, He keeps his watch with me; He kneels -- he prays that God may shield The laird of Ellerslie. Not yet, not yet. My heart will break: Where can the brave one stay? I know 'tis not his own free will That keeps him thus away. The lion may forsake his lair, The dove its nest may flee, But Wallace loves too well to leave His bride and Ellerslie. Not yet, not yet. The moon goes down, And Wallace is not here; And still his sleuth-hound howls, and still I shed the burning tear. Oh, come, my Wallace, quickly come, As ever safe and free: Come, or thy Marion soon will find A grave in Ellerslie! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SONG FROM THE COPTIC by JOHANN WOLFGANG VON GOETHE THE SHADOW ON THE STONE by THOMAS HARDY THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH THE VETERAN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SHREWSBURY NIGHT by CHARLES WARE BORDEN THE WILD HORSE by MARY ANN BROWNE ON PALLAS BATHING by CALLIMACHUS MASQUE AT THE MARRIAGE OF THE EARL OF SOMERSET: THIRD SQUIRE by THOMAS CAMPION HARRY CAREY'S REPLY TO THE LIBELLING GENTRY, ANGRY AT HIS WELFARE by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) |