THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. T. Campbell by T. CAMPBELL.

 
 
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THE MAID OF NEIDPATH. T. Campbell

 

Earl March look'd on his dying child,
And smit with grief to view her--
The youth, he cried, whom I exiled
Shall be restored to woo her.
She's at the window many an hour
His coming to discover:
And he look'd up to Ellen's bower
And she look'd on her lover--
But ah! so pale, he knew her not,
Though her smile on him was dwelling--
And am I then forgot--forgot?
It broke the heart of Ellen.
In vain he weeps, in vain he sighs,
Her cheek is cold as ashes;
Nor love's own kiss shall wake those eyes
To lift their silken lashes.
T. CAMPBELL., THE GOLDEN TREASURY Of the best Songs and Lyrical Pieces In the English Language Selected by Francis Turner Palgrave
 
Notes: Jean Douglas, referred to by Sir Walter Scott as "the Maid of Neidpath", was the youngest daughter of William Douglas, Earl of March. Forbidden to marry the son of the laird of Tushielaw, who was considered below her station, she pined while her lover was sent away. When he returned she was so wasted that he did not recognise her, causing her to die of a broken heart. She is said to haunt Neidpath castle in the Scottish Borders.
 
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