Lovesong for Michael


15681861 Peter Sutter copyright, Old Church Peter Sutter photo (the old Urquhart Church in Scotland)

“Lovesong for Michael”

Among the trees where humming bees
and blush, red roses hang so low,
a stranger came from out the West;
his kilt and weaponry in tow.

O’er Scottish moor , our gallant roams,
his tartan and his bagpipe thrown
o’er shoulder ’til at Urquhart Church
about the Old Beech tree he searched.

And came upon a maiden, Oh
with love so quickened by her sight.
Her honeyed hair a heather bright.
She was the fair Caledonia

With ardent look, the maiden shook;
she was a chaste and timid soul.
Her father came to question her
and caution her of love too bold.

“Oh, father, cast me to the moors!
My heart is his; I’ll not deny.”
She glanced at Michael, gave a sigh.
He touched her palm and both did cry.

“We cannot wait for marriage bands;
I will not seek your dowry grand.
I’ve journeyed from the far, far West;
your father disapproves my hand.”

And so, the two with transfixed glow;
they held each other; tears did flow.
It was at once he reached for her;
so gathered in his arms, they go!

No! ’tis a story, old but true.
Their haste gave her sweet father strife
a saddened heart which took his life.
So, in her thoughts, her heartache grew.

Upon a mountain lies a rune
upon a stack of stone a tune
amid the flower’s constant bloom;
her haunted heart is far from home.

Among the trees where sing the bees;
Wisteria, it waves and sighs.
Beyond the stone where Michael lies
a lonely, withered hag we see.

 

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