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Seven Sisters, The (OR Solitude of Binnorie, The)
(William Wordsworth)

SEVEN Daughter had Lord Archibald,
All children of one mother:
You could not say in one short day
What love they bore each other.
A garland, of seven lilies, wrought!
Seven sisters that together dwell;
But he, bold Knight as ever fought,
Their Father, took of them no thought,
He loved the wars so well.
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!

Fresh blows the wind, a western wind,
And from the shores of Erin,
Across the wave, a Rover brave
To Binnorie is steering:
Right onward to the Scottish strand
The gallant ship is borne;
The warriors leap upon the land,
And hark! the Leader of the band
Hath blown his bugle horn.
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!

Beside a grotto of their own,
With boughs above them closing,
The Seven are laid, and in the shade
They lie like fawns reposing.
But now, upstarting with affright
At noise of man and steed,
Away they fly to left, to rightÑ
Of your fair household, Father-knight,
Methinks you take small heed!
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!

Away the even fair Campbells fly,
And, over hill and hollow,
With menace proud, and insult loud,
The youthful Rovers follow.
Cried they, 'Your Father loves to roam:
Enough for him to find
The empty house when he comes home;
For us your yellow ringlets comb,
For us be fair and kind!'
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!

Some close behind, some side to side,
Like clouds in stormy weather;
They run, and cry, 'Nay, let us die,
And let us die together.'
A lake was near; the shore was steep;
There never foot had been;
They ran, and with a deperate leap
Together plunged into the deep,
Nor ever more were seen.
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!

The stream that flows out of the lake,
As through the glen it rambles,
Repeats a moan o'er moss and stone,
For those seven lovely Campbells.
Seven little Islands, green and bare,
Have risen from out the deep:
The fishers say, those sisters fair,
By faeries all are buried there,
And there together sleep.
Sing, mournfully, oh! mournfully,
The solitude of Binnorie!


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 A Whirl-blast From Behind The Hill | An Evening Walk, Addressed To A Young Lady | Animal Tranquillity And Decay | Birth Of Love, The | England, 1802 I | England, 1802 V | "She Was a Phantom of Delight" | "I Wandered Lonely as a Cloud" | "Three Years She Grew in Sun and Shower," | A Complaint | A Poet's Epitaph | Dion | Foresight | Forsaken, The | Fountain, The: A Conversation | Green Linnet, The | Guilt and Sorrow | I Travelled Among Unknown Men | Idle Shepherd Boys, The | Inside of King's College Chapel, Cambridge | It Is a Beauteous Evening | It was an April morning: fresh and clear | Last of The Flock, The | Lines Left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree | Lucy ii | Lucy iv | Lucy v | Michael: A Pastoral Poem | Mother's Return, The | November, 1806 | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | Old Cumberland Beggar, The | Rainbow, The | Sailor's Mother, The | She Was a Phantom of Delight | Speak! | Stepping Westward | Longest Day, The | Thorn, The | Three Years She Grew | There was a Boy | World Is Too Much With Us, The | Virgin, The | Trosachs, The | To A Butterfly (first poem) | To a Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond) | To A Sexton | To a Skylark | To Joanna | To My Sister | To The Cuckoo | To The Daisy (first poem) | To The Daisy (fourth poem) | To The Same Flower (second poem) | Upon Westminster Bridge | Waterfall and The Eglantine, The | Yarrow Revisited |


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