Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Gilderoy
By Thomas Campbell (17771844)T
That bears my love from me:
I hear the dead note of the drum,
I mark the gallows’ tree!
The trumpet speaks thy name;
And must my Gilderoy depart
To bear a death of shame?
No mourner wipes a tear;
The gallows’ foot is all thy tomb,
The sledge is all thy bier.
So soon, so sad to part,
When first in Roslin’s lovely glen
You triumphed o’er my heart?
Your hunter garb was trim;
And graceful was the ribbon green
That bound your manly limb!
Those limbs in fetters bound;
Or hear, upon the scaffold floor,
The midnight hammer sound.
The guiltless to pursue;
My Gilderoy was ever kind,
He could not injure you!
Thy widow all forlorn,
When every mean and cruel eye
Regards my woe with scorn?
And hate thine orphan boy;
Alas! his infant beauty wears
The form of Gilderoy.
That wraps thy mouldering clay,
And weep and linger on the ground,
And sigh my heart away.