How some they have died, and some they have left me. And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces. THE MAIDS OF ELFIN-MERE. WILLIAM ALLINGHAM. When the spinning-room was here, Singing songs of Elfin-Mere, Till the eleventh hour was toll'd, Years ago, and years ago; And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow. Three white Lilies, calm and clear, To these Maids of Elfin-Mere; Sued each night to make them stay, Sadden'd when they went away. Years ago, and years ago; And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow. Hands that shook with love and fear Like three doves on snowy plume. Years ago, and years ago; And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow. One that night who wander'd near And the tall reeds sigh as the wind doth blow. ALBERT GRÆME'S SONG. SIR WALTER SCOTT. It was an English ladye bright, (The sun shines fair on Carlisle wall,) And she would marry a Scottish knight, For Love will still be lord of all. Blithely they saw the rising sun, Her sire gave brooch and jewel fine, For she had lands, both meadow and lea, And he swore her death, ere he would see That wine she had not tasted well, |