William Motherwell Poems
- He Is Gone! He Is Gone! He is gone! he is gone! Like the ...
- The Midnight Wind Mournfully, oh, mournfully This midnight ...
- The Cavalier's Song A steed! a steed of matchlesse speed, A ...
- Wearie's Well In a saft simmer gloamin', In yon dowie ...
- Wae Be To The Orders Oh! wae be to the orders that march'd my...
- The Forester's Carol Lusty Hearts ! to the wood, to the merry...
- My Heid Is Like To Rend, Willi... My heid is like to rend, ...
William Motherwell (October 13, 1797, Glasgow – 1835), Scottish poet, antiquary and journalist, was born at Glasgow, the son of an ironmonger.
At the age of fifteen he was apprenticed in the office of the sheriff-clerk at Paisley, and appointed sheriff-clerk depute there in 1819. He spent his leisure in collecting materials for a volume of local ballads which he published in 1819 under... more »
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He Is Gone! He Is Gone!
He is gone! he is gone!
Like the leaf from the tree,
Or the down that is blown
By the wind o'er the lea.
He is fled--the light-hearted!
Yet a tear must have started
To his eye when he parted
From love-stricken me!
He is fled! he is fled!
Like a gallant so free--
Plumed cap on his head,
And sharp sword by his knee;
While his gay feathers flutter'd,
Surely something he mutter'd--
He at least must have utter'd
A farewell to me!
He 's away! he 's away!
To far lands o'er the sea,
And long is the day
Ere home he can be;