THE SUITOR WAITS FOR HIS LOVE.
(Addressing the man who murdered him and married his lover.)
Upon her silken cushioned couch
As pale as effigy
My love lies waiting to be free
And then she’ll be with me.
Oh soft the flute and sweet the harp
Oh, gentle carillon –
My love lies pale as lilies’ bloom
Her roses have all gone.
Those hands so slender, fine and white
My love will fold in prayer
She has no fear of death to bear
She knows I’m waiting there.
Oh soft the lute and low the pipe
That sing her passing song
For though I’ve waited seven years
She’s waited just as long.
Her gown is perfect for a bride
But we were never wed
“Wait a while,” her father said-
You murdered me instead.
Fling wide the shutter to the sky,
And keep the lamp alight
Hold her hand in fare thee well
Her vigil keep this night.
Look upon her cooling brow
As pale as effigy
Kiss my love and set her free
And then she’ll be with me.
Oh dim the light and cross her hands
Our quarrel’s in the past–
She smiles and rises from her couch
I kiss my love at last.
The
Clansman's Words to his Love
The
Courtship of Kate and Will.
The
Knight's Lady Weeps For Shame
The
Seaman's Lady at her Prayers
The
Suitor Waits for his Love
