Poems (1898)/The Little Lass

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631332Poems (1898) — The Little LassFlorence Earle Coates

THE LITTLE LASS

(AN OLD-TIME DITTY)

As Douglas to his castle came,
Emotion nerved his shatter'd frame,
And soft he pondered,—"Presently
My little lass will welcome me!


"As longs the miser for his gold,
As fever longs, with thirst untold,
So yearns my heart her face to see,
Who yonder waits to welcome me!"


But as he turned his steed about,
A mournful peal of bells rung out;
Whereat he cried,—"Nay, merrily!
Ring forth my bairn to welcome me!"


He entered at the castle gate;
(None marked him come, for it grew late,)
He stood within his hall at last;
(None heeded him, for tears fell fast.)


Quoth Douglas: "Friends, if me ye mourn,
With drooping heads and looks forlorn,
Now for your sorrows comfort ye,—
And call my lass to welcome me!


"'T is true that I from out these wars
Bring back a wound and many scars;
But life is mine, and I am free,
And my brave lass hath ransom'd me!"


Up spoke an ancient servitor:
"We mourn indeed the wrongs of war,
We bless thy loved return,—but she
Shall rise no more to welcome thee!"


Sudden as falls the giant oak
Sore smitten by the lightning stroke,
So swoonèd Douglas to the ground,
And freshly bled his opened wound.


They strove to stay life's ebbing tide,
They chafed his hands, they swathed his side,
But Donald wailed,—"Ah, woe is me!—
Thy little lass hath welcomed thee!"