Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Glen-Orra
By AnonymousT
Swiftly it glides the dark sea over;
Why bear, ye waves, so base a freight,
Why waft, ye winds, a vagrant lover?
Wake, artless maid, thy dream is o’er,
No brightening hope can gild to-morrow,
Thy lover hails a distant shore,
Nor thinks of thee far in Glen-Orra.
Where flower and tree the night dews cover,
To weep by mountain streamlet lone,
O’er perjured vows of faithless lover.
Turn, faithless wretch, seek Orra’s wild,
To rapture raise the maiden’s sorrow,
Ah! see where love so lately smiled,
Cold, cold, she sinks in dark Glen-Orra.
And lists a hapless maiden sighing,
The sullen night-winds, caverned, sleep,
As loath to rave o’er maiden dying.
The hue of death has blenched the lip,
The rosy cheek is pale with sorrow,
Ere morn, death’s chilly hand shall nip
The loveliest flower in green Glen-Orra.