"The Lass Who Vowed To Love Me"

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Title:     "The Lass Who Vowed To Love Me"
Author: Charles Mackay [More Titles by Mackay]

She said she'd come at evening's fall,
By yon streamlet gently rolling,
When darkness dim was spread o'er all.
And the vesper bell was tolling;
But long that bell hath ceased its tone,
And the moon has risen above me,
And I have waited long and lone
For the lass who vowed to love me!

The time is long, the hours are slow,
When the loving heart is waiting,
Ye sportive winds that round me blow,
Hie to her lattice grating.
Tell her 'tis past th'appointed hour,
And the bright stars peer above me,
That I linger still in our trysting bower
For the lass who vowed to love me.

[The end]
Charles Mackay's poem: "The Lass Who Vowed To Love Me"

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