Lone places of the deer,
Corrie, and Loch, and Ben,
Fount that wells in the cave,
Voice of the burn and the wave,
Softly you sing and clear
Of Charlie and his men!
Here has he lurked, and here
The heather has been his bed,
The wastes of the islands knew
And the Highland hearts were true
To the bonny, the brave, the dear,
The royal, the hunted head.
Lone Places Of The Deer
Andrew Lang
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Poem topics: brave, dear, voice, head, clear, true, I love you, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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