You remember Ellen, our hamlet's pride, <br />How meekly she bless'd her humble lot, <br />When the stranger, William, had made her his bride, <br />And love was the light of their lowly cot. <br />Together they toil'd through winds and rains, <br />Till William, at length, in sadness said, <br />"We must seek our fortune on other plains;" -- <br />Then, sighing, she left her lowly shed. <br /> <br />They roam'd a long and a weary way, <br />Nor much was the maiden's heart at ease, <br />When now, at close of one stormy day, <br />They see a proud castle among the trees. <br />"To-night," said the youth, "we'll shelter there; <br />The wind blows cold, the hour is late;" <br />So he blew the horn with a chieftain's air, <br />And the porter bow'd, as they passd the gate. <br /> <br />"Now, welcome, Lady," exclaim'd the youth, -- <br />"This castle is thine, and these dark woods all!" <br />She believed him crazed, but his words were truth, <br />For Ellen is Lady of Rosna Hall! <br />And dearly the Lord of Rosna loves <br />What William the stranger woo'd and wed; <br />And the light of bliss, in these lordly groves, <br />Shines pure as it did in the lowly shed.<br /><br />Thomas Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-remember-ellen/
