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THE WEST-COUNTRY LOVER
Then, lady, at last thou art sick of my sighing?
Good-bye!
So long as I
sue, thou wilt still be denying?
Good-bye!
Ah, well! shall I vow then to
serve thee forever,
And swear no unkindness our kinship can sever?
Nay,
nay, dear my lass! here's an end of endeavor.
Good-bye!
Yet let no sweet ruth for my misery grieve thee.
Good-bye!
The man who
has loved knows as well how to leave thee.
Good-bye!
The gorse is
enkindled, there's bloom on the heather,
And love is my joy, and so too is
fair weather;
I still ride abroad, though we ride not
together.
Good-bye!
My horse is my mate; let the wind be my master.
Good-bye!
Though Care
may pursue, yet my hound follows faster.
Good-bye!
The red deer's
a-tremble in coverts unbroken.
He hears the hoof-thunder; he scents the
death-token.
Shall I mope at home, under vows never spoken?
Good-bye!
The brown earth's my book, and I ride forth to read it.
Good-bye!
The
stream runneth fast, but my will shall outspeed it.
Good-bye!
I love thee,
dear lass, but I hate the hag Sorrow.
As sun follows rain, and to-night has
its morrow,
So I'll taste of joy, though I steal, beg, or
borrow!
Good-bye!
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
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