Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Castell Gloom
By Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (17661845)
O C
The green grass o’er thee growin’;
On hill of Care thou art alone,
The Sorrow round thee flowin’.
Nae banners now are streamin’,
The houlet flits amang thy ha’s,
And wild birds there are screamin’.
O, mourn the woe, O, mourn the crime,
Frae civil war that flows;
O, mourn, Argyll, thy fallen line,
And mourn the great Montrose.
Here valiant warriors trod;
And here great Knox has aften been,
Wha feared naught but his God!
But a’ are gane! the gude, the great,
And naething now remains,
But ruin sittin’ on thy wa’s,
And crumblin’ down the stanes.
O, mourn the woe, etc.
Though sleepin’ was the sun;
But mornin’s light did sadly show,
What ragin’ flames had done.
O, mirk, mirk was the misty cloud,
That hung o’er thy wild wood!
Thou wert like beauty in a shroud,
And all was solitude.
O, mourn the woe, O, mourn the crime,
Frae civil war that flows;
O, mourn, Argyll, thy fallen line,
And mourn the great Montrose.