The Maid Of Isla

Oh, Maid of Isla, from the cliff,
That looks on troubled wave and sky,
Dost thou not see yon little skiff
Contend with ocean gallantly?
Now beating 'gainst the breeze and surge,
And steep'd her leeward deck in foam,
Why does she war unequal urge? -
Oh, Isla's maid, she seeks her home.

Oh, Isla's maid, yon sea-bird mark,
Her white wing gleams through mist and spray,
Against the storm-cloud, lowering dark,
As to the rock she wheels away; -
Where clouds are dark and billows rave,
Why to the shelter should she come
Of cliff, exposed to wind and wave? -
Oh, Maid of Isla, 'tis her home!

As breeze and tide to yonder skiff,
Thou 'rt adverse to the suit I bring,
And cold as is yon wintry cliff,
Where sea-birds close their wearied wing.
Yet cold as rock, unkind as wave,
Still, Isla's maid, to thee I come;
For in thy love, or in his grave,
Must Allan Vourich find his home.

Sir Walter Scott . 1771-1832

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Sir Walter Scott
born 1771, died 1832

Poems

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Call It Not Vain: - They Do Not Err
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Edinburgh
Sweet Teviot!
Pibroch Of Donald Dhu
Nelson
Love
The Maid Of Isla
County Guy
Song
Song
The Maid Of Neipath

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