Crookstone and Langside (from “Clyde”) by John Wilson

By Crookstone Castle waves the still-green yew,
The first that met the royal Mary’s view
When, bright in charms, the youthful princess led
The graceful Darnley to her throne and bed.
Embossed in silver now, its branches green
Transcend the myrtle of the Paphian queen.

But dark Langside, from Crookstone viewed afar,
Still seems to range in pomp the rebel war.
Here, when the moon rides dimly through the sky,
The peasant sees broad, dancing standards fly;
And one bright female form, with sword and crown,
Still grieve’s to view her banners beaten down.

From: Eyre-Todd, George (ed.), Scottish Poetry of the Eighteenth Century, Volume 1, 1896, William Hodge & Co: Glasgow, p. 147.
(https://archive.org/details/scottishpoetryof01eyreuoft/)

Date: 1803 (published)

By: John Wilson (1720-1789)

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