
"My Ain, Ain Lass" is a short lyric poem by Helen Gray Cone, written in Scots dialect and grouped under the heading "Sprigs o' Heather," in which a male speaker declares that his devotion to his sweetheart outweighs any worldly ambition. In the opening stanza he admits he is not indifferent to fortune, rank, or title, but insists he would freely surrender lordship over Scotland's "braw blue isles" in exchange for a single one of her trembling smiles. The second stanza has him confess that he sometimes dreams of future prospects and feels his heart leap at the thought of advancement, yet concludes that no stroke of good fortune could ever equal the sight of her eyes, dark with love for him. In the third stanza he turns to the past, describing how gray, ghostly memories occasionally rise up around him like an eerie band of haunting recollections; but he claims these phantoms vanish as quickly as footprints on shifting sand the moment he takes her warm hand in his. The final stanza widens the scope from personal memory to eternity: he says she sweetens not only his past and present but also his future, "far as heaven," and reasons that for her dear soul's sake he himself will surely be allowed to pass into heaven too, since she could not do without him there. The recurring refrain "My ain, ain lass" (my own, own lass) closes each stanza, reinforcing the poem's central sentiment of exclusive, steadfast devotion. Structurally, the poem is built as four sestets with a consistent aabcbc-style rhyme pattern, using dialect vocabulary ("fain," "aiblins," "whyles," "ghaistly," "baud") typical of Scots vernacular verse in the tradition of Robert Burns, through which Cone conveys homely intimacy and emotional sincerity. The overall movement of the poem progresses from renouncing worldly wealth and rank, to renouncing the promise of future fortune, to banishing the shadows of past memory, and finally to affirming that this love secures a shared eternity, so that the beloved becomes the speaker's measure of value across all time — past, present, and future alike.
By Helen Gray Cone · First published 1885 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Romantic Poetry, Love Poetry · 260 words
OBERON
SPRIGS O' HEATHER
I'm fain for toys o' Fortune whyles; / I hae no hate for ranks and styles; / But lairdship o' the braw blue isles / I'd e'en let pass / For are o' her fine tremblin' smiles- / My ain, ain lass!
I aiblins dream on days to be, / An' feel my heart leap out a wee; / But friendly Fate can grant nae fee / Could e'er surpass / Her e'en, sae dark wi' luve to me- / My ain, ain lass!
My ain, ain Lass is listed on Textopian as a poem by Helen Gray Cone, dated 1885 CE.
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