DAME MARGARET.
With mettled steed, and hawk on hand,
Gay ride ye forth at morn's arise,
While light with shade, as dreams with sleep,
Strives battling o'er the skies.
Fair floats your plume athwart the breeze,
And, loosed from band and golden net,
Your ringlets chase the summer wind,
Dame Margaret!
Gay ride ye forth at morn's arise,
While light with shade, as dreams with sleep,
Strives battling o'er the skies.
Fair floats your plume athwart the breeze,
And, loosed from band and golden net,
Your ringlets chase the summer wind,
Dame Margaret!
Your steed stands checked within the gate,
With upreared hoofs, and crest of pride;
Your coupled hounds hay down in ire
The echoes as they chide;
With upreared hoofs, and crest of pride;
Your coupled hounds hay down in ire
The echoes as they chide;
