UP, boy! arise, and saddle quick, And mount your swiftest steed, And to King Duncan's castle ride O'er bush and brake with speed. There slip into the stable soft, Till one shall see you hide, Then ask him: Which of Duncan's girls Is she that is a bride? And if he say, The dark-haired one, Then give your mare the spur; But if he say, The fair-haired one, You need not hurry here. You only need, if that's the case, Buy me a hempen cord, Ride slowly back and give it me, But never speak a word. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FLY DRINKING FROM HIS CUP by WILLIAM OLDYS WISTFULNESS by KATHARINE ADAMS PEPITA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH MICHAELMASSE by JOSEPH BEAUMONT EARLY AND LATE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ASOLANDO: MUCKLE-MOUTH MEG by ROBERT BROWNING A DIALOGUE, OCCASIONED BY MARCH OF HIGHLANDERS INTO LANCASHIRE, 1745 by JOHN BYROM |