Farewell to Northmaven, <br />Grey Hillswicke, farewell! <br />The storms on thy haven, <br />The storms on thy fell - <br />To each breeze that can vary <br />The mood of thy main, <br />And to thee, bonny Mary! <br />We meet not again! <br /> <br />Farewell the wild ferry, <br />Which Hacon could brave, <br />When the peaks of the Skerry <br />Where white in the wave. <br />There's a maid may look over <br />These wild waves in vain,- <br />For the skiff of her lover- <br />He comes not again! <br /> <br />The vows thou hast broke, <br />On the wild currents fling them; <br />On the quicksand and rock <br />Let the mermaidens sing them. <br />New sweetness they'll give her <br />Bewildering strain; <br />But there's one who will never <br />Believe them again. <br /> <br />O were there an island, <br />Though ever so wild, <br />Where woman could smile, and <br />No man be beguiled - <br />Too tempting a snare <br />To poor mortals were given; <br />And the hope would fix there, <br />That should anchor in heaven.<br /><br />Sir Walter Scott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/claud-halcro-s-song/
