HIRAETH. [167] A Short Elegy.
George Borrow translation
HIRAETH. [167] A Short Elegy.
“ . . . An old bard, who wrote a short elegy on the death of the governor of — and his dame, and who says that he himself was fading with longing on their account.”
—Borrow MS.
Longing for them doth fade my cheek; He was a man, and she was meek; A lion was he, she full of glee; He handsome was, she fair to see. A wondrous concord here was view’d; He was wise, and she was good; He liberal was, she kind of mood; To heaven he went, she him pursued.