Go seek in the wild glen Where streamlets are falling, Go seek on the lone hill Where curlews are calling; Go seek when the clear stars Shine down without number, For there shall ye find him My true love in slumber. They sought in the wild glen -- The glen was forsaken; They sought on the mountain, 'Mang lang lady-bracken; And sore, sore they hunted My true love to find him, With the strong bands of iron To fetter and bind him. Yon green hill I'll give thee, Where the falcon is flying, To show me the den where This bold traitor's lying -- Oh make me of Nithsdale's Fair princedom the heiress, Is that worth one smile of My gentle Hugh Herries? The white bread, the sweet milk, And ripe fruits, I found him, And safe in my fond arms I clasp'd and I wound him; I warn you go not where My true lover tarries, For sharp smites the sword of My gentle Hugh Herries. They rein'd their proud war-steeds, Away they went sweeping, And behind them dames wail'd, and Fair maidens went weeping; But deep in you wild glen, 'Mang banks of blae-berries, I dwell with my loved one, My gentle Hugh Herries. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE TO TOBACCO by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY THE CHURCH-PORCH by GEORGE HERBERT TO LUCASTA, [ON] GOING TO THE WARS by RICHARD LOVELACE AMORETTI: 68 by EDMUND SPENSER LAUS DEO! by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |