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English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14.

Thomas Campbell

458. The Maid of Neidpath

EARL MARCH look’d on his dying child,

And, smit with grief to view her—

The youth, he cried, whom I exiled

Shall be restored to woo her.

She’s at the window many an hour

His coming to discover:

And he look’d up to Ellen’s bower

And she look’d on her lover—

But ah! so pale, he knew her not,

Though her smile on him was dwelling—

And am I then forgot—forgot?

It broke the heart of Ellen.

In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs,

Her cheek is cold as ashes;

Nor love’s own kiss shall wake those eyes

To lift their silken lashes.