Class 11 English CBSE Lord Ullins Daughter A chieftain, to the Highlands bound, Cries, ``Boatman, do not tarry! And Ill give thee a silver pound To row us oer the ferry!-- ``Now, who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, This dark and stormy weather? ``O, Im the chief of Ulvas isle, And this, Lord Ullins daughter.-- ``And fast before her fathers men Three days weve fled together, For should he find us in the glen, My blood would stain the heather. ``His horsemen hard behind us ride; Should they our steps discover, Then who will cheer my bonny bride When they have slain her lover?-- Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,-- ``Ill go, my chief--Im ready:-- It is not for your silver bright; But for your winsome lady: ``And by my word! the bonny bird In danger shall not tarry; So, though the waves are raging white, Ill row you oer the ferry.-- By this the storm grew loud apace, The water-wraith was shrieking; And in the scowl of heaven each face Grew dark as they were speaking. But still as wilder blew the wind, And as the night grew drearer, Adown the glen rode armèd men, Their trampling sounded nearer.-- ``O haste thee, haste! the lady cries, ``Though tempests round us gather; Ill meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father.-- The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her,-- When, O! too strong for human hand, The tempest gatherd oer her. And still they rowd amidst the roar Of waters fast prevailing: Lord Ullin reachd that fatal shore,-- His wrath was changed to wailing. For, sore dismayd through storm and shade, His child he did discover:-- One lovely hand she stretchd for aid, And one was round her lover. ``Come back! come back! he cried in grief ``Across this stormy water: And Ill forgive your Highland chief, My daughter!--O my daughter! Twas vain: the loud waves lashd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went oer his child, And he was left lamenting. Thomas Campbell
Posted on: Mon, 04 Nov 2013 21:56:33 +0000
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