William Motherwell Poems

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.
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Mournfully, oh, mournfully
This midnight wind doth sigh,
Like some sweet plaintive melody
Of ages long gone by:
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A steed! a steed of matchlesse speed,
A sword of metal keene!
All else to noble heartes is drosse,
All else on earth is meaue.
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Lusty Hearts ! to the wood, to the merry green wood,
While the dew with strung pearls loads each blade,
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I've wandered east, I've wandered west,
Through mony a weary way;
But never, never can forget
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My heid is like to rend, Willie,
My heart is like to break;
I'm wearin' aff my feet, Willie,
I'm dyin' for your sake!
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Oh! wae be to the orders that march'd my luve awa',
And wae be to the cruel cause that gars my tears down fa',
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In a saft simmer gloamin',
In yon dowie dell,
It was there we twa first met,
By Wearie's cauld well.
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