"If, maiden, thou wouldst wend with me, To leave both tower and town, Thou first must guess what life lead we 15 Then to the greenwood shalt thou speed, Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, I'd rather rove with Edmund there, "I read you by your bugle-horn, I read you for a ranger sworn To keep the King's greenwood.""A ranger, lady, winds his horn, And 'tis at peep of light: 20 25 His sword in battle keen" 30 His blast is heard at merry morn, And mine at dead of night." Yet sung she: "Brignall banks are fair, I would I were with Edmund there, "With burnished brand and musketoon So gallantly you come, I read you for a bold dragoon 35 Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime? Know ye the land of the cedar and vine, 5 GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON Where the flowers ever blossom, the beams (1788-1824) WHEN WE TWO PARTED When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, 1 tanned. ever shine; Where the light wings of Zephyr, oppressed with perfume, |