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Updated: May 14, 2025
'To our beloveds we moaned our length of night; * Quoth they, 'How short the nights that us benight! 'Tis for that sleep like hood enveils their eyes * Right soon, but from our eyes is fair of flight: When night-falls, dread and drear to those who love, * We mourn; they joy to see departing light: Had they but dree'd the weird, the bitter dole * We dree, their beds like ours had bred them blight.
'It's sown, and it's grown, and it's heckled, and it's twisted. Did I not tell ye, when ye wad take away the boy Harry Bertram, in spite of my prayers, did I not say he would come back when he had dree'd his weird in foreign land till his twenty-first year? Did I not say the auld fire would burn down to a spark, but wad kindle again?
His malady gained ground and restlessness was longsome upon him and weakness bound him like a chain; so he called out, "Hither with my son;" and when Nur al-Din Ali came he said to him, "O my son, know that man's lot and means are distributed and decreed; and the end of days by all must be dree'd; and that every soul drain the cup of death is nature's need." The he repeated these lines,
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
There were flowery valleys and mountains blue, And pastures, and herds galore, And fruits that were luscious to bite into, Though bitter at the core. So we plucked up heart, and we dree'd our weird Through flickering gleam and gloom, And still for rescue we hoped or feared From our island home and tomb.
If I hae sinned, hae I not suffered? Hae I had a day's peace or an hour's rest since these lang wet locks of hair first lay upon my pillow at Craigburnfoot? Has not my house been burned, wi' my bairn in the cradle? Have not my boats been wrecked, when a' others weather'd the gale? Have not a' that were near and dear to me dree'd penance for my sin? Has not the fire had its share o' them the winds had their part the sea had her part? And oh!" she added, with a lengthened groan, looking first upwards towards Heaven, and then bending her eyes on the floor "O that the earth would take her part, that's been lang lang wearying to be joined to it!"
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