William Motherwell

  • The Cavalier’s Song

    A Steed! a steed of matchlesse speed,
      A sword of metal keene!
    All else to noble heartes is drosse,
      All else on earth is meane.
    The neighyinge of the war-horse prowde,
      The rowlinge of the drum,
    The clangor of the trumpet lowde,
      Be...

  • “They come! the merry summer months”

    They come! the merry summer months of beauty, song, and flowers;
    They come! the gladsome months that bring thick leafiness to bowers.
    Up, up, my heart! and walk abroad; fling cark and care aside;
    Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide;
    Or,...

  • Jeanie Morrison

    I ’ve wandered east, I ’ve wandered west,
      Through mony a weary way;
    But never, never can forget
      The luve o’ life’s young day!
    The fire that ’s blawn on Beltane e’en
      May weel be black gin Yule;
    But blacker fa’ awaits the heart
      Where...

  • “My heid is like to rend, Willie”

    My heid is like to rend, Willie,
      My heart is like to break;
    I ’m wearin’ aff my feet, Willie,
      I ’m dyin’ for your sake!
    O, say ye ’ll think on me, Willie,
      Your hand on my briest-bane,—
    O, say ye ’ll think of me, Willie,
      When I am...