Verse > Anthologies > The World’s Best Poetry > Vol. VI. Fancy: Sentiment
Bliss Carman, et al., eds.  The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume VI. Fancy.  1904.
Poems of Fancy: II. Fairies: Elves: Sprites
James Hogg (1770–1835)
From “The Queen’s Wake”

  BONNY KILMENY gaed up the glen;
But it wasna to meet Duneira’s men,
Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
It was only to hear the yorlin sing,        5
And pu’ the cress-flower round the spring,—
The scarlet hypp, and the hindberrye,
And the nut that hung frae the hazel-tree;
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
But lang may her minny look o’er the wa’,        10
And lang may she seek i’ the green-wood shaw;
Lang the laird of Duneira blame,
And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame.
  When many a day had come and fled,
When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,        15
When mass for Kilmeny’s soul had been sung,
When the bedesman had prayed, and the dead-bell rung;
Late, late in a gloamin, when all was still,
When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sear, the moon i’ the wane,        20
The reek o’ the cot hung over the plain,—
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle lowed with an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!
  “Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?        25
Lang hae we sought baith holt and den,—
By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree;
Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
Where got you that joup o’ the lily sheen?
That bonny snood of the birk sae green?        30
And these roses, the fairest that ever was seen?
Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?”
  Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny’s face;
As still was her look, and as still was her ee,        35
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
For Kilmeny had been she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare.
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,        40
Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew;
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been,—        45
A land of love, and a land of light,
Withouten sun or moon or night;
Where the river swa’d a living stream,
And the light a pure celestial beam:
The land of vision it would seem,        50
A still, an everlasting dream.
  In yon green-wood there is a waik,
And in that waik there is a wene,
And in that wene there is a maike,
That neither has flesh, blood, nor bane;        55
And down in yon green-wood he walks his lane.
  In that green wene Kilmeny lay,
Her bosom happed wi’ the flowerets gay;
But the air was soft, and the silence deep,
And bonny Kilmeny fell sound asleep;        60
She kend nae mair, nor opened her ee,
Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye.
  She ’wakened on a couch of the silk sae slim,
All striped wi’ the bars of the rainbow’s rim;
And lovely beings around were rife,        65
Who erst had travelled mortal life;
And aye they smiled, and ’gan to speer:
“What spirit has brought this mortal here?”
  “Lang have I journeyed the world wide,”
A meek and reverend fere replied;        70
“Baith night and day I have watched the fair
Eident a thousand years and mair.
Yes, I have watched o’er ilk degree,
Wherever blooms femenitye;
But sinless virgin, free of stain,        75
In mind and body, fand I nane.
Never, since the banquet of time,
Found I a virgin in her prime,
Till late this bonny maiden I saw,
As spotless as the morning snaw.        80
Full twenty years she has lived as free
As the spirits that sojourn in this countrye.
I have brought her away frae the snares of men,
That sin or death she may never ken.”
  They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair;        85
They kissed her cheek, and they kemed her hair;
And round came many a blooming fere,
Saying, “Bonny Kilmeny, ye ’re welcome here;
Women are freed of the littand scorn;
O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born!        90
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken, what a woman may be!
Many a lang year in sorrow and pain,
Many a lang year through the world we ’ve gane,
Commissioned to watch fair womankind,        95
For it ’s they who nurice the immortal mind.
We have watched their steps as the dawning shone,
And deep in the greenwood walks alone;
By lily bower and silken bed
The viewless tears have o’er them shed;        100
Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,
Or left the couch of love to weep.
We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come,
And the angels will weep at the day of doom!
  “O, would the fairest of mortal kind        105
Aye keep the holy truths in mind,
That kindred spirits their motions see,
Who watch their ways with anxious ee,
And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!
O, sweet to Heaven the maiden’s prayer,        110
And the sigh that heaves a bosom sae fair!
And dear to Heaven the words of truth
And the praise of virtue frae beauty’s mouth!
And dear to the viewless forms of air
The minds that kythe as the body fair!        115
  “O bonny Kilmeny! free frae stain,
If ever you seek the world again,—
That world of sin, of sorrow and fear,—
O, tell of the joys that are waiting here;
And tell of the signs you shall shortly see;        120
Of the times that are now, and the times that shall be.”
  They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away,
And she walked in the light of a sunless day;
The sky was a dome of crystal bright,
The fountain of vision, and fountain of light;        125
The emerald fields were of dazzling glow,
And the flowers of everlasting blow.
Then deep in the stream her body they laid,
That her youth and beauty never might fade;
And they smiled on heaven, when they saw her lie        130
In the stream of life that wandered by.
And she heard a song,—she heard it sung,
She kend not where; but sae sweetly it rung,
It fell on her ear like a dream of the morn,—
“O, blest be the day Kilmeny was born!        135
Now shall the land of the spirits see,
Now shall it ken, what a woman may be!
The sun that shines on the world sae bright,
A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light;
And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun,        140
Like a gouden bow, or a beamless sun,
Shall wear away, and be seen nae mair;
And the angels shall miss them, travelling the air.
But lang, lang after baith night and day,
When the sun and the world have dyed away,        145
When the sinner has gane to his waesome doom,
Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom!”
  They bore her away, she wist not how,
For she felt not arm nor rest below;
But so swift they wained her through the light,        150
’T was like the motion of sound or sight;
They seemed to split the gales of air,
And yet nor gale nor breeze was there.
Unnumbered groves below them grew;
They came, they past, and backward flew,        155
Like floods of blossoms gliding on,
In moment seen, in moment gone.
O, never vales to mortal view
Appeared like those o’er which they flew,
That land to human spirits given,        160
The lowermost vales of the storied heaven;
From whence they can view the world below,
And heaven’s blue gates with sapphires glow,—
More glory yet unmeet to know.
  They bore her far to a mountain green,        165
To see what mortal never had seen;
And they seated her high on a purple sward,
And bade her heed what she saw and heard,
And note the changes the spirits wrought;
For now she lived in the land of thought.—        170
She looked, and she saw nor sun nor skies,
But a crystal dome of a thousand dyes;
She looked, and she saw nae land aright,
But an endless whirl of glory and light;
And radiant beings went and came,        175
Far swifter than wind or the linkèd flame;
She hid her een frae the dazzling view;
She looked again, and the scene was new.
  She saw a sun on a summer sky,
And clouds of amber sailing by;        180
A lovely land beneath her lay,
And that land had glens and mountains gray;
And that land had valleys and hoary piles,
And marlèd seas, and a thousand isles;
Its fields were speckled, its forests green,        185
And its lakes were all of the dazzling sheen,
Like magic mirrors, where slumbering lay
The sun and the sky and the cloudlet gray,
Which heaved and trembled, and gently swung;
On every shore they seemed to be hung;        190
For there they were seen on their downward plain
A thousand times and a thousand again;
In winding lake and placid firth,—
Little peaceful heavens in the bosom of earth.
  Kilmeny sighed and seemed to grieve,        195
For she found her heart to that land did cleave;
She saw the corn wave on the vale;
She saw the deer run down the dale;
She saw the plaid and the broad claymore,
And the brows that the badge of freedom bore;        200
And she thought she had seen the land before.
  She saw a lady sit on a throne,
The fairest that ever the sun shone on:
A lion licked her hand of milk,
And she held him in a leish of silk;        205
And a leifu’ maiden stood at her knee,
With a silver wand and melting ee;
Her sovereign shield till love stole in,
And poisoned all the fount within.
  Then a gruff untoward bedesman came,        210
And hundit the lion on his dame;
And the guardian maid wi’ the dauntless ee,
She dropped a tear, and left her knee;
And she saw till the queen frae the lion fled,
Till the bonniest flower of the world lay dead;        215
A coffin was set on a distant plain,
And she saw the red blood fall like rain:
Then bonny Kilmeny’s heart grew sair,
And she turned away, and could look nae mair.
  Then the gruff grim carle girnèd amain,        220
And they trampled him down, but he rose again;
And he baited the lion to deeds of weir,
Till he lapped the blood to the kingdom dear;
And weening his head was danger-preef,
When crowned with the rose and clover leaf,        225
He growled at the carle, and chased him away
To feed wi’ the deer on the mountain gray.
He growled at the carle, and he gecked at Heaven;
But his mark was set, and his arles given.
Kilmeny a while her een withdrew;        230
She looked again, and the scene was new.
  She saw below her fair unfurled
One half of all the glowing world,
Where oceans rolled, and rivers ran,
To bound the aims of sinful man.        235
She saw a people, fierce and fell;
Burst frae their bounds like fiends of hell;
There lilies grew, and the eagle flew,
And she herked on her ravening crew,
Till the cities and towers were wrapt in a blaze,        240
And the thunder it roared o’er the lands and the seas.
The widows they wailed, and the red blood ran,
And she threatened an end to the race of man:
She never lened, nor stood in awe,
Till caught by the lion’s deadly paw.        245
Oh! then the eagle swinked for life,
And brainzelled up a mortal strife;
But flew she north, or flew she south,
She met wi’ the growl of the lion’s mouth.
  With a mooted wing and waefu’ maen,        250
The eagle sought her eiry again;
But lang may she cower in her bloody nest,
And lang, lang sleek her wounded breast,
Before she sey another flight,
To play wi’ the norland lion’s might.        255
  But to sing the sights Kilmeny saw,
So far surpassing nature’s law,
The singer’s voice wad sink away,
And the string of his harp wad cease to play.
But she saw till the sorrows of man were by,        260
And all was love and harmony;—
Till the stars of heaven fell calmly away,
Like the flakes of snaw on a winter’s day.
  Then Kilmeny begged again to see
The friends she had left in her own countrye,        265
To tell the place where she had been,
And the glories that lay in the land unseen;
To warn the living maidens fair,
The loved of heaven, the spirits’ care,
That all whose minds unmeled remain        270
Shall bloom in beauty when time is gane.
  With distant music, soft and deep,
They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep;
And when she awakened, she lay her lane,
All happed with flowers in the green-wood wene.        275
When seven long years had come and fled;
When grief was calm, and hope was dead;
When scarce was remembered Kilmeny’s name,
Late, late in a gloamin, Kilmeny came hame!
And O, her beauty was fair to see,        280
But still and steadfast was her ee!
Such beauty bard may never declare,
For there was no pride nor passion there;
And the soft desire of maidens’ een
In that mild face could never be seen.        285
Her seymar was the lily flower,
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye
That floats along the twilight sea.
But she loved to raike the lanely glen,        290
And keeped afar frae the haunts of men;
Her holy hymns unheard to sing,
To suck the flowers and drink the spring.
But wherever her peaceful form appeared,
The wild beasts of the hills were cheered;        295
The wolf played blythely round the field;
The lordly byson lowed and kneeled;
The dun deer wooed with manner bland,
And cowered aneath her lily hand.
And when at even the woodlands rung,        300
When hymns of other worlds she sung
In ecstasy of sweet devotion,
O, then the glen was all in motion!
The wild beasts of the forest came,
Broke from their bughts and faulds the tame,        305
And goved around, charmed and amazed;
Even the dull cattle crooned, and gazed,
And murmured, and looked with anxious pain
For something the mystery to explain.
The buzzard came with the throstle-cock,        310
The corby left her houf in the rock;
The blackbird alang wi’ the eagle flew;
The hind came tripping o’er the dew;
The wolf and the kid their raike began;
And the tod, and the lamb, and the leveret ran;        315
The hawk and the hern attour them hung,
And the merl and the mavis forhooyed their young;
And all in a peaceful ring were hurled:
It was like an eve in a sinless world!
  When a month and day had come and gane,        320
Kilmeny sought the green-wood wene;
There laid her down on the leaves sae green,
And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen.
But O the words that fell from her mouth
Were words of wonder, and words of truth!        325
But all the land were in fear and dread,
For they kend na whether she was living or dead.
It wasna her hame, and she couldna remain;
She left this world of sorrow and pain,
And returned to the land of thought again.        330

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