Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Maid of Neidpath
By Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)O,
And lovers’ ears in hearing;
And love, in life’s extremity,
Can lend an hour of cheering.
Disease had been in Mary’s bower,
And slow decay from mourning,
Though now she sits on Neidpath’s tower,
To watch her love’s returning.
Her form decayed by pining,
Till through her wasted hand at night,
You saw the taper shining;
By fits, a sultry hectic hue
Across her cheek was flying;
By fits, so ashy pale she grew,
Her maidens thought her dying.
Seemed in her frame residing;
Before the watch-dog pricked his ear,
She heard her lover’s riding:
Ere scarce a distant form was kenned,
She knew, and waved to greet him;
And o’er the battlement did bend,
As on the wing to meet him.
As o’er some stranger glancing;
Her welcome, spoke in faltering phrase,
Lost in his courser’s prancing.—
The castle arch, whose hollow tone
Returns each whisper spoken,
Could scarcely catch the feeble moan
Which told her heart was broken.