May-Rose

"Autumn is gone: through the blue woodlands bare     Shatters the rainy wind. A myriad leaves,     Like birds that fly the mournful Northern air."

""Who is Blackmouth?" Well, that's hard to say.     Mebbe he might ha' told you, 't other day,     If you'd been here. Now, - he's gone away."

"Helen, in her silent room,     Weaves upon the upright loom;     Weaves a mantle rich and dark,     Purpled over, deep. But mark     How she s"

"Standing here alone,     Let me pause awhile,     Drinking in the light     Ere, with plunge of white limbs prone,     I raise the sparkling f"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"