{"collection":"scripture-revelation","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/wikisource_The_Reciter_Glenara/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/wikisource_The_Reciter_Glenara","id":"wikisource_The_Reciter_Glenara","license":"Public Domain / CC-BY-SA (see source)","rights_basis":"wikisource_site_inclusion_policy","source":"wikisource","source_url":"https://en.wikisource.org/wiki/The_Reciter/Glenara","summary":null,"tags":["Chapbooks","Headers_applying_DefaultSort_key","Pages_with_contributor","Romance","Scottish_poetry","Subpages","Tragedy","Works_using_categories_parameter"],"text":"THE\n\nRECITER.\n\n\u2014\u2014\u2014\n\nGLENARA.\n\nOh! heard you yon pibroch sound sad in the gale\n\nWhere a band cometh slowly with weeping and wail?\n\n'Tis the Chief of Glenara laments for his dear;\n\nAnd her sire and her people are call'd to her bier.\n\nGlenara came first, with the mourners and shroud;\n\nHer kinsmen they follow'd, but mourn'd not aloud;\n\nTheir plaids all their bosoms were folded around;\n\nThey march'd all in silence\u2014they look'd to the ground.\n\nIn silence they reach'd over mountain and moor,\n\nTo a heath, where the oak-tree grew lonely and hoar,\n\n'Now here let us place the gray stone of her cairn-\n\nWhy speak ye no word?' said Glenara the stern.\n\n'And tell me, I charge you, ye clan of my spouse\n\nWhy fold ye your mantles, why cloud ye your brows?'\n\nSo spake the rude chieftain: no answer is made,\n\nBut each mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd.\n\n'I dream'd of my lady, I dream'd of her shroud,'\n\nCried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud;\n\n'And empty that shroud, and that coffin did seem:\n\nGlenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'\n\nOh! pale grew the cheek of that chieftain, I ween,\n\nWhen the shroud was unclosed, and no body was seen.\n\nThen a voice from the kinsmen spoke louder in scorn---\n\n'Twas the youth that had lov'd the fair Ellen of Lorn.\n\n'I dream'd of my lady, I dream'd of her grief,\n\nI dream'd that her lord was a barbarous chief;\n\nOn a rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem:\n\nGlenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'\n\nIn dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground,\n\nAnd the desert reveal'd where his lady was found;\n\nFrom the rock of the ocean that beauty is borne;\n\nNow joy to the house of fair Ellen of Lorn!\n\nCampbell.","title":"The Reciter/Glenara","tradition":"scripture-revelation","translated_text":null,"word_count":304}