Sidney Lanier

“ They follow mad Hamish afar up the crag toward the sea,
And the lady cries: “Clansmen, run for a fee! —
Yon castle and lands to the two first hands that shall hook him and hold
Fast Hamish back from the brink!” —and ever she flies up the steep,
And the clansmen pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.
But, mother, ‘tis vain; but, father, ‘tis vain;
Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink, and dangles the child o’er the deep.
Now a faintness falls on the men that run, and they all stand still.
And the wife prays Hamish as if he were God, on her knees,
Crying: “Hamish! O Hamish! ”

“ Till the motherhood, mistress of death, shrieks, shrieks through the glen,
And that place of the lashing is live with men,
And Maclean, and the gillie that told him, dash up in a desperate race.
Not a breath’s time for asking; an eye-glance reveals all the tale untold. ”

“ Let me hurl off the damnable hound in the sea!”
But the wife: “Can Hamish go fish us the child from the sea, if dead?
Say yea! —Let them lash me, Hamish?” — “Nay!” —“Husband, the lashing will heal;
But, oh, who will heal me the bonny sweet bairn in his grave?
Could ye cure me my heart with the death of a knave?
Quick! Love! I will bare thee—so—kneel!” Then Maclean ‘gan slowly to kneel
With never a word, till presently downward he jerked to the earth. ”