"I long wooed your daughter, my suit They'll have fleet steeds that follow!" you denied: quoth young Lochinvar. With hawk, and horse, and hunting-spear! Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain grey; 10 Springlets in the dawn are steaming, Diamonds on the brake are gleaming: EPILOGUE Harp of the North, farewell! The hills grow dark, On purple peaks a deeper shade descending; In twilight copse the glow-worm lights. her spark, The deer, half-seen, are to the covert wending. Resume thy wizard elm! the fountain lending, 65 And the wild breeze, thy wilder min- O, Brignall banks are wild and fair, strelsy; Thy numbers sweet with nature's vespers And Greta woods are green, A maiden on the castle wall "O, Brignall banks are fresh and fair, And Greta woods are green; I'd rather rove with Edmund there 5 10 "If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we 15 And if thou canst that riddle read, 20 Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, I'd rather rove with Edmund there "I read you, by your bugle-horn, I read you for a ranger sworn I would I were with Edmund there, To reign his Queen of May! 25 30 35 |