» Blog Archive » Kilmeny of the Orchard

Kilmeny of the Orchard

Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face;
As still was her look, and as still was her ee,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
Such beauty bard may never declare,
For there was no pride nor passion there;
Her seymar was the lily flower,
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye
That floats along the twilight sea.”

My Lost Youth

The Thoughts of Youth

Clever Alice

You are as bad as Clever Alice in the fairy tale who worried over the future of her unborn children…

Guinevere

There’s no more subtle master under heaven
Than is the maiden passion for a maid

Ode to a Nightingale

‘O’er the foam
Of perilous seas in faerie lands forlorn.

A Phantom of Delight

The Winter’s Tale

When he did not go to the shore he liked to indulge in long tramps through the Lindsay fields and woods, in the mellowness of “the sweet ‘o the year.”

The Palace of Art

This is a veritable ‘haunt of ancient peace’

Ulysses

But presently she looked away from “the bourne of sunset,” and her lovely eyes fell on Eric, standing motionless before her in the shadow of the apple tree.

The Marriage of Geraint

A blossom vermeil white
That lightly breaks a faded flower sheath,
Here, by God’s rood, is the one maid for me.

Narcissus

These June lilies are the sweetest flowers the spring brings us. Do you know that their real name is the white narcissus?

The Prelude

With the moon’s beauty and the moon’s soft pace

The Brides of Enderby

A Sweeter Woman Ne’er Drew Breath

The Queen’s Wake

Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?
Long hae we sought baith holt and den,…

Sir Launcelot and Queen Guinever

A man had given all other bliss
And all his worldly wealth for this–
To waste his whole heart in one kiss
Upon her perfect lips