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That Maid Of The Mountain

Author: Frank Maguire
ASL Info:    57 / UK
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Words: 377
Class/Type: Poetry /Love
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That Maid Of The Mountain

I saw her that morning, oh how I remember
As she walked through the heather, o’er meadow of green
The flowers did bow, and the birds were all singing
For that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

The sunlight reflected, her grace and her splendor
The form of her beauty, a wonder to see
And I lost my heart, to that maid of the mountain
A love that was born, and forever to be

I called from the hill, on the wind that was blowing
A wind that had traveled, o’er land and o’er sea
I prayed beyond hope, for that maid of the mountain
To hear the wind calling, and turn round to me

In the beat of a heart, in a moment so fleeting
She turned and her gaze, met the love from my eye
That moment was frozen, forever in my memory
And remained in my heart, till the day that I died

As I ran from the hill, to be near to that maiden
I found myself walking, where I wanted to be
But no flowers did bow, and the birds were not singing
That maid of the mountain, had gone far from me

Can true love be so strong, can true love last forever
Can it grow in the heart, to a love never been
Or will it just fade, to become but a memory
Of that maid of the mountain, that no one had seen

The years they rolled on, my steps were less fleeting
My hair turned to silver, my eyes could not see
But true love kept me young, and my heart was still beating
For that maid of the mountain, who I loved endlessly

As I lay on my bed, when death it came calling
Although I was blind, in one moment I seen
That true love is so strong, and true love lasts forever
That maid of the mountain, she still was my queen

Now I pass from this world, to the land of forever
I find myself walking, where I prayed I would be
Yes the flowers they bow, and the birds are all singing
That maid of the mountain, is coming to me

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  This goes well with your quote when all is gone-love still remains. Never a truer statement and this poem captures it so well, it sent shivers and I would have to say, this is one of the best ive read from you yet and that is quite something because I love all that you share.
| Posted on 2012-01-31 00:00:00 | by stormyskies | [ Reply to This ]
  I loved the feel of this right from the beginning. It has an archaic feel, as though of bards and kings and legends. Like one of those stories everyone knows, the name of its author perhaps lost in the mists of time.

You have crafted the rhyme exquisitely with a lovely up-and down flow of syllables that make this a sheer pleasure to read. This is a poem that is obviously meant to be narrated, and maybe even sung.

Rhyming poems are not necessarily hard to write, but they are hard to write well. Seems this is a craft that has largely been lost as the more "modern" free-verse has taken its place. It's nice to see a good example of a rhyming poem for a change.

On the subject matter, I couldn't add too much to what the other commenters have already written. The overall effect, despite the death of the narrator in the end, is uplifting; the lasting strength of love triumphant.

Glad I stopped by.
| Posted on 2011-02-26 00:00:00 | by BlankSheet | [ Reply to This ]
  Frank! This is beautiful! You know how fond I am of mountains. :) I love how the poem ends in death (however morbid that sounds) it isn't a sad death, but a triumphant one. What a novel idea that my favorite poet has spun into that last stanza.
| Posted on 2009-08-12 00:00:00 | by The Conqueror | [ Reply to This ]
  Absolutely delightful and profound love poem! I think that all of mankind in their fantacy seek the "Maid Of The Mountain", the perfect enchantress! Aaaah, and what is yet to be revealed in the mists just below the crests of the highest mountains?!

Great work and a great read!
| Posted on 2009-07-31 00:00:00 | by Ron Cole | [ Reply to This ]
  The power of love reaches beyond all boundaries, and you have shown that so well here. (and in many other poems you've written!)
I believe I am fully reformed, and have come to believe in the famed and fabled true love that you have been writing about in most of your poems posted here.
I can now read your words without doubt that such bonding of hearts is not only found in prose or fantasy, but in true life experience.

May the flowers bow to you and your maid as the birds serenade your joyous meeting.

| Posted on 2009-07-22 00:00:00 | by latentlylyrical | [ Reply to This ]

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