19th Century: A History of English Romanticism

(1918)

ROMANCE

My love dwelt in a Northern land.

A grey tower in a forest green

Was hers, and far on either hand

The long wash of the waves was seen,

And leagues on leagues of yellow sand,

The woven forest boughs between.

And through the silver Northern light

The sunset slowly died away,

And herds of strange deer, lily-white,

Stole forth among the branches grey;

About the coming of the light,

They fled like ghosts before the day.

I know not if the forest green

Still girdles round that castle grey;

I know not if the boughs between

The white deer vanish ere the day;

Above my love the grass is green,

My heart is colder than the clay.

ANDREW LANG.

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