Michael Bruce

“ The brother of Sir James the Græme—
To hear what they would say.
When thus the maid began—My sire,
Our passion disapproves;
He bids me wed Sir John the Græme,
So here must end our loves.
My father's will must be obeyed,
Nought boots me to withstand!
Some fairer maid in beauty's bloom,
Must bless thee with her land.
Soon will Matilda be forgot,
And from thy mind effaced;
But may that happiness be thine,
Which I can never taste!
What do I hear? is this thy vow?
Sir James the Rose replied ”

“ Art thou asleep, Matilda dear,
⁠Awake, my love! awake;
Behold thy lover waits without,
⁠A long farewell to take.
For I have slain fierce Donald Græme
⁠His blood is on my sword;
And far, far distant are my men,
⁠Nor can defend their lord. ”

“ Your words are brave the chief returned
⁠But deeds approve the man;
Set by your men, and hand to hand,
⁠We'll try what valour can.
With dauntless step he forward strode,
⁠And dared him to the fight ”