"See my sheep and see the lambs, All my flocks and care, Your sweet song hath moved me so." In her fluttered heart young May Mused a dubious while : "If he loves me as he says”. Her lips curved with a smile: If sister Meggan makes her choice Said Meggan, "Yes"; May said not "No." Fair Margaret stayed alone at home, Awhile she sang her song, Awhile sat silent, then she thought "My sisters loiter long." That sultry noon had waned away, She rose, and peered out at the door, Then down the garden slope she walked, Down to the garden gate, Leaned on the rail and waited so. The slope was lightened by her eyes Thus crowned with maiden majesty She peered into the night, Waiting thus in weariness She marked the nightingale Answering the bird: Then lifted she her voice and sang, Such notes were never heard The king of all that country All his princes in his train, Every beast and bird and fish Came mustering to the sound, Every man and every maid From miles of country round: Meggan on her herdsman's arm, With her shepherd, May, Flocks and herds trooped at their heels Along the hillside way; No foot too feeble for the ascent, Not any head too gray; Some were swift and none were slow. So Margaret sang her sisters home In their marriage mirth; Sang free birds out of the sky, Beasts along the earth, Sang up fishes of the deep, All breathing things that move Sang from far and sang from near To her lovely love; Sang together friend and foe; Sang a golden-bearded king Straightway to her feet, And claimed her for his bride. So three maids were wooed and won 56 “J JESSIE CAMERON. ESSIE, Jessie Cameron, Hear me but this once," quoth he. "Good luck go with you, neighbor's son, But I'm no mate for you," quoth she. Day was verging toward the night There beside the moaning sea, Dimness overtook the light There where the breakers be. "O Jessie, Jessie Cameron, I have loved you long and true." "Good luck go with you, neighbor's son, But I'm no mate for you." She was a careless, fearless girl, But somewhat heedless with her tongue, Most fair for bliss or bane. "O, long ago I told you so, I tell you so to-day: Go you your way, and let me go The sea swept in with moan and foam “O, can't you take your answer then, For me you 're not the man of men, But what's to me the good of this They stood together on the beach, And louder waxed his urgent speech, |