Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
V. Death and BereavementThe Emigrant Lassie
John Stuart Blackie (18091895)A
Where the braes are green and grassy,
With my light step I overtook
A weary-footed lassie.
Another in her hand,
And she walked as one who was full loath
To travel from the land.
Had hair of flowing gold,
And dark brown eyes, and dainty limbs,
Right pleasant to behold—
On this bright summer day,
To travel sad and shoeless thus
Upon the stony way?
And thou art burdened so;
March lightly now, and let me bear
The bundles as we go.”
What ’s mine is mine to bear;
Of good or ill, as God may will,
I take my portioned share.”
One burden give to me;
I ’ll take that bundle from thy back
That heavier seems to be.
That holds—no hand but mine
May bear its weight from dear Glen Spean
’Cross the Atlantic brine!”
Within that precious load,
Which thou dost bear with such fine care
Along the dusty road?
From friend in parting hour;
Perhaps, as prudent maidens wont,
Thou tak’st with thee thy dower.”
She gave a mournful wave:
“Oh, do not jest, dear sir!—it is
Turf from my mother’s grave!”
By the road-side together;
No purer dew on that bright day
Was dropped upon the heather.