(THE SAME MEASURE AS ROSLIN CASTLE.)
‘Twas night! and all were hush’d in sleep,
Save the ‘lorn wretch who wakes to weep,
When Marg’ret rose, and sought the shade,
By fond remembrance sacred made.
Of broken vows the damsel sung,
With William’s name the valleys rung,
While Cynthia shed a trembling beam
On Liffy’s gently-winding stream.
Close by its brink pale Marg’ret stands,
With vacant eye and folded hands;
Nor sees the gath’ring storm arise,
Nor hears the peal which rends the skies!
Tho’ light’nings flash, tho’ torrents pour,
And Liffy’s stream invades the shore,
She stands unmov’d, nor sees the wave
Which bears her to the peaceful grave!
(Maria Logan)
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