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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
Alice Brand
By Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)
MERRY it is in the good greenwood,
  When the mavis and merle are singing,
When the deer sweeps by, and the hounds are in cry,
  And the hunter’s horn is ringing.
“O Alice Brand, my native land        5
  Is lost for love of you;
And we must hold by wood and wold,
  As outlaws wont to do.
“O Alice, ’twas all for thy locks so bright,
  And ’twas all for thine eyes so blue,        10
That on the night of our luckless flight,
  Thy brother bold I slew.
“Now must I teach to hew the beech
  The hand that held the glaive,
For leaves to spread our lowly bed,        15
  And stakes to fence our cave.
“And for vest of pall, thy fingers small,
  That wont on harp to stray,
A cloak must shear from the slaughtered deer,
  To keep the cold away.”—        20
“O Richard! if my brother died,
  ’Twas but a fatal chance;
For darkling was the battle tried,
  And fortune sped the lance.
“If pall and vair no more I wear,        25
  Nor thou the crimson sheen,
As warm, we’ll say, is the russet gray,
  As gay the forest green.
“And, Richard, if our lot be hard,
  And lost thy native land,        30
Still Alice has her own Richard,
  And he his Alice Brand.”
’Tis merry, ’tis merry, in good greenwood,
  So blithe Lady Alice is singing;
On the beech’s pride, and oak’s brown side,        35
  Lord Richard’s axe is ringing.
Up spoke the moody Elfin King,
  Who woned within the hill,—
Like wind in the porch of a ruined church,
  His voice was ghostly shrill.        40
“Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak,
  Our moonlight circle’s screen?
Or who comes here to chase the deer,
  Beloved of our Elfin Queen?
Or who may dare on wold to wear        45
  The fairies’ fatal green?
“Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie,
  For thou wert christened man;
For cross or sign thou wilt not fly,
  For muttered word or ban.”        50
’Tis merry, ’tis merry, in good greenwood,
  Though the birds have stilled their singing;
The evening blaze doth Alice raise,
  And Richard is fagots bringing.
Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf,        55
  Before Lord Richard stands,
And, as he crossed and blessed himself,
“I fear not sign,” quoth the grisly elf,
  “That is made with bloody hands.”
But out then spoke she, Alice Brand,        60
  That woman void of fear,—
“And if there’s blood upon his hand,
  ’Tis but the blood of deer.”—
“Now loud thou liest, thou bold of mood!
  It cleaves unto his hand,        65
The stain of thine own kindly blood,
  The blood of Ethert Brand.”
Then forward stepped she, Alice Brand,
  And made the holy sign,—
“And if there’s blood on Richard’s hand,        70
  A spotless hand is mine.
“And I conjure thee, Demon elf,
  By Him whom Demons fear,
To show us whence thou art thyself,
  And what thine errand here?”—        75
“It was between the night and day,
  When the Fairy King has power,
That I sunk down in a sinful fray,
And, ’twixt life and death, was snatched away
  To the joyless Elfin bower.        80
“But wist I of a woman bold,
  Who thrice my brow durst sign,
I might regain my mortal mould,
  As fair a form as thine.”
She crossed him once—she crossed him twice—        85
  That lady was so brave;
The fouler grew his goblin hue,
  The darker grew the cave.
She crossed him thrice, that lady bold;
  He rose beneath her hand        90
The fairest knight on Scottish mould,
  Her brother, Ethert Brand!
Merry it is in good greenwood,
  When the mavis and merle are singing,
But merrier were they in Dunfermline gray,        95
  When all the bells were ringing.

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