The wind breath'd soft as lover's sigh, And, oft renew'd, seem'd oft to die, With breathless pause between, O who, with speech of war and woes, Would wish to break the soft repose Of such enchanting scene!
War's a fearsome thing. They'll be cunning that catches me at this wark again.
In peace, Love tunes the shepherd's reed; In war, he mounts the warrior's steed; In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above; For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like the young Lochinvar.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.