English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. |
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| 432. The Rover |
| | | Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832) |
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| A WEARY lot is thine, fair maid, | |
| A weary lot is thine! | |
| To pull the thorn thy brow to braid, | |
| And press the rue for wine. | |
| A lightsome eye, a soldier’s mien | 5 |
| A feather of the blue, | |
| A doublet of the Lincoln green— | |
| No more of me you knew | |
| My Love! | |
| No more of me you knew. | 10 |
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| ‘This morn is merry June, I trow, | |
| The rose is budding fain; | |
| But she shall bloom in winter snow | |
| Ere we two meet again.’ | |
| He turn’d his charger as he spake | 15 |
| Upon the river shore, | |
| He gave the bridle-reins a shake, | |
| Said ‘Adieu for evermore | |
| My Love! | |
| And adieu for evermore.’ | 20 |
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