Poem by Robert Burns

Lament of Mary Queen of Scots

Now Nature hangs her mantle green
  On every blooming tree,
And spreads her sheets o’ daisies white
  Out-owre the grassy lea;
Now Phoebus cheers the crystal streams,
  And glads the azure skies;
But nought can glad the weary wight
  That fast in durance lies.

Now laverocks wake the merry morn,
  Aloft on dewy wing;
The merle, in his noontide bow’r,
  Makes woodland echoes ring;
The mavis mild wi’ many a note,
  Sings drowsy day to rest:
In love and freedom they rejoice,
  Wi’ care nor thrall opprest.

Now blooms the lily by the bank,
  The primrose down the brae;
The hawthorn’s budding in the glen,
  And milk-white is the slae:
The meanest hind in fair Scotland
  May rove their sweets amang;
But I, the Queen of a’ Scotland,
  Maun lie in prison strang.

I was the Queen o’ bonnie France,
  Where happy I hae been;
Fu’ lightly rase I in the morn,
  As blythe lay down at e’en:
And I’m the sov’reign of Scotland,
  And mony a traitor there;
Yet here I lie in foreign bands,
  And never-ending care.

But as for thee, thou false woman,
  My sister and my fae,
Grim vengeance yet shall whet a sword
  That thro’ thy soul shall gae!
The weeping blood in woman’s breast
  Was never known to thee;
Nor th’ balm that draps on wounds of woe
  Frae woman’s pitying e’e.

My son! my son! may kinder stars
  Upon thy fortune shine;
And may those pleasures gild thy reign,
  That ne’er wad blink on mine.
God keep thee frae thy mother’s faes,
  Or turn their hearts to thee;
And where thou meet’st thy mother’s friend,
  Remember him for me!

Oh! soon to me may summer-suns
  Nae mair light up the morn!
Nae mair to me the autumn winds
  Wave o’er the yellow corn!
And, in the narrow house o’ death,
  Let winter round me rave;
And the next flow’rs that deck the spring
  Bloom on my peaceful grave!

1. I Gaed a Waefu' Gate Yestreen
2. Blythe Was She
3. Farewell to Ballochmyle
4. Stay My Charmer
5. On a Bank of Flowers

William Wordsworth Lament of Mary Queen of Scots ("Smile of the Moon!---for I so name")

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