Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Ireland: Vol. V. 1876–79. | | | | Rosna Hall | | Ellen of Rosna Hall | | Thomas Moore (1779–1852) |
| | | YOU remember Ellen, our hamlet’s pride, | |
| How meekly she blessed her humble lot, | |
| When the stranger, William, had made her his bride, | |
| And love was the light of their lowly cot. | |
| Together they toiled through winds and rains, | 5 |
| Till William, at length, in sadness said, | |
| “We must seek our fortune on other plains”;— | |
| Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed. | |
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| They roamed a long and a weary way, | |
| Nor much was the maiden’s heart at ease, | 10 |
| When now, at close of one stormy day, | |
| They see a proud castle among the trees. | |
| “To-night,” said the youth, “we ’ll shelter there; | |
| “The wind blows cold, the hour is late”: | |
| So he blew the horn with a chieftain’s air, | 15 |
| And the porter bowed, as they passed the gate. | |
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| “Now, welcome, Lady,” exclaimed the youth,— | |
| “This castle is thine, and these dark woods all!” | |
| She believed him crazed, but his words were truth, | |
| For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall! | 20 |
| And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves | |
| What William the stranger wooed and wed; | |
| And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves, | |
| Shines pure as it did in the lowly shed. | | | | |
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