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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518863" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Revenge Of Hamish</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay;<br> And all of a sudden the sinister smell of a man,<br> Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran<br>Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Nan got a-tremble at nostril; she was the daintiest doe;<br> In the print of her velvet flank on the velvet fern<br> She reared, and rounded her ears in turn.<br>Then the buck leapt up, and his head as a king's to a crown did go</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Full high in the breeze, and he stood as if Death had the form of a deer;<br> And the two slim does long lazily stretching arose,<br> For their day-dream slowlier came to a close,<br>Till they woke and were still, breath-bound with waiting and wonder and fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Alan the huntsman sprang over the hillock, the hounds shot by,<br> The does and the ten-tined buck made a marvellous bound,<br> The hounds swept after with never a sound,<br>But Alan loud winded his horn in sign that the quarry was nigh.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For at dawn of that day proud Maclean of Lochbuy to the hunt had waxed wild,<br> And he cursed at old Alan till Alan fared off with the hounds<br> For to drive him the deer to the lower glen-grounds:<br>"I will kill a red deer," quoth Maclean, "in the sight of the wife<br> and the child."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So gayly he paced with the wife and the child to his chosen stand;<br> But he hurried tall Hamish the henchman ahead: "Go turn," --<br> Cried Maclean -- "if the deer seek to cross to the burn,<br>Do thou turn them to me: nor fail, lest thy back be red as thy hand."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now hard-fortuned Hamish, half blown of his breath with the height<br> of the hill,<br> Was white in the face when the ten-tined buck and the does<br> Drew leaping to burn-ward; huskily rose<br>His shouts, and his nether lip twitched, and his legs were o'er-weak<br> for his will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So the deer darted lightly by Hamish and bounded away to the burn.<br> But Maclean never bating his watch tarried waiting below<br> Still Hamish hung heavy with fear for to go<br>All the space of an hour; then he went, and his face was greenish and stern,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And his eye sat back in the socket, and shrunken the eyeballs shone,<br> As withdrawn from a vision of deeds it were shame to see.<br> "Now, now, grim henchman, what is't with thee?"<br>Brake Maclean, and his wrath rose red as a beacon the wind hath upblown.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Three does and a ten-tined buck made out," spoke Hamish, full mild,<br> "And I ran for to turn, but my breath it was blown, and they passed;<br> I was weak, for ye called ere I broke me my fast."<br>Cried Maclean: "Now a ten-tined buck in the sight of the wife and the child</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I had killed if the gluttonous kern had not wrought me a snail's own wrong!"<br> Then he sounded, and down came kinsmen and clansmen all:<br> "Ten blows, for ten tine, on his back let fall,<br>And reckon no stroke if the blood follow not at the bite of thong!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Hamish made bare, and took him his strokes; at the last he smiled.<br> "Now I'll to the burn," quoth Maclean, "for it still may be,<br> If a slimmer-paunched henchman will hurry with me,<br>I shall kill me the ten-tined buck for a gift to the wife and the child!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the clansmen departed, by this path and that; and over the hill<br> Sped Maclean with an outward wrath for an inward shame;<br> And that place of the lashing full quiet became;<br>And the wife and the child stood sad; and bloody-backed Hamish sat still.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But look! red Hamish has risen; quick about and about turns he.<br> "There is none betwixt me and the crag-top!" he screams under breath.<br> Then, livid as Lazarus lately from death,<br>He snatches the child from the mother, and clambers the crag toward the sea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the mother drops breath; she is dumb, and her heart goes dead for a space,<br> Till the motherhood, mistress of death, shrieks, shrieks through the glen,<br> And that place of the lashing is live with men,<br>And Maclean, and the gillie that told him, dash up in a desperate race.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Not a breath's time for asking; an eye-glance reveals all the tale untold.<br> They follow mad Hamish afar up the crag toward the sea,<br> And the lady cries: "Clansmen, run for a fee! --<br>Yon castle and lands to the two first hands that shall hook him and hold</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fast Hamish back from the brink!" -- and ever she flies up the steep,<br> And the clansmen pant, and they sweat, and they jostle and strain.<br> But, mother, 'tis vain; but, father, 'tis vain;<br>Stern Hamish stands bold on the brink, and dangles the child o'er the deep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now a faintness falls on the men that run, and they all stand still.<br> And the wife prays Hamish as if he were God, on her knees,<br> Crying: "Hamish! O Hamish! but please, but please<br>For to spare him!" and Hamish still dangles the child, with a wavering will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">On a sudden he turns; with a sea-hawk scream, and a gibe, and a song,<br> Cries: "So; I will spare ye the child if, in sight of ye all,<br> Ten blows on Maclean's bare back shall fall,<br>And ye reckon no stroke if the blood follow not at the bite of the thong!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then Maclean he set hardly his tooth to his lip that his tooth was red,<br> Breathed short for a space, said: "Nay, but it never shall be!<br> Let me hurl off the damnable hound in the sea!"<br>But the wife: "Can Hamish go fish us the child from the sea, if dead?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Say yea! -- Let them lash ME, Hamish?" -- "Nay!" -- "Husband,<br> the lashing will heal;<br> But, oh, who will heal me the bonny sweet bairn in his grave?<br> Could ye cure me my heart with the death of a knave?<br>Quick! Love! I will bare thee -- so -- kneel!" Then Maclean 'gan slowly<br> to kneel</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With never a word, till presently downward he jerked to the earth.<br> Then the henchman -- he that smote Hamish -- would tremble and lag;<br> "Strike, hard!" quoth Hamish, full stern, from the crag;<br>Then he struck him, and "One!" sang Hamish, and danced with the child<br> in his mirth.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And no man spake beside Hamish; he counted each stroke with a song.<br> When the last stroke fell, then he moved him a pace down the height,<br> And he held forth the child in the heartaching sight<br>Of the mother, and looked all pitiful grave, as repenting a wrong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there as the motherly arms stretched out with the thanksgiving prayer --<br> And there as the mother crept up with a fearful swift pace,<br> Till her finger nigh felt of the bairnie's face --<br>In a flash fierce Hamish turned round and lifted the child in the air,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And sprang with the child in his arms from the horrible height in the sea,<br> Shrill screeching, "Revenge!" in the wind-rush; and pallid Maclean,<br> Age-feeble with anger and impotent pain,<br>Crawled up on the crag, and lay flat, and locked hold of dead roots<br> of a tree --</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And gazed hungrily o'er, and the blood from his back drip-dripped<br> in the brine,<br> And a sea-hawk flung down a skeleton fish as he flew,<br> And the mother stared white on the waste of blue,<br>And the wind drove a cloud to seaward, and the sun began to shine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sidney+Lanier">Sidney Lanier</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=518863" data-title="The Revenge Of Hamish de Sidney Lanier" data-description="It was three slim does and a ten-tined buck in the bracken lay; And all of a sudden the sinister smell of a man, Awaft on a wind-shift, wavered and ran Down the hill-side and sifted along through the bracken and passed that way. 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