ABSENCE. TO HER ABSENT SAILOR. FROM "THE TENT ON THE BEACH." HER window opens to the bay, On glistening light or misty gray, And there at dawn and set of day In prayer she kneels : But, with her heart, if not her ear, JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO LUCASTA. IF to be absent were to be Away from thee; Or that, when I am gone, You or I were alone; Then, my Lucasta, might I crave Pity from blustering wind or swallowing wave. But I'll not sigh one blast or gale Or pay a tear to 'suage The foaming blue-god's rage; Though seas and lands be 'twixt us both, Like separated souls, All time and space controls: Above the highest sphere we meet, Unseen, unknown; and greet as angels greet. So, then, we do anticipate Our after-fate, I AM undone there is no living, none, SHAKESPEARE. O, SAW YE BONNIE LESLEY? O, SAW ye bonnie Lesley As she gaed o'er the border? She's gane, like Alexander, To spread her conquests farther. To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And ne'er made sic anither! Thou art a queen, fair Lesley, Thy subjects we, before thee; Thou art divine, fair Lesley, The hearts o' men adore thee. The deil he could na scaith thee, Or aught that wad belang thee; He'd look into thy bonnie face, And say 'I canna wrang thee!' The Powers aboon will tent thee, Misfortune sha' na steer thee; Thou 'rt like themselves sae lovely That ill they'll ne'er let near thee. Return again, fair Lesley, Return to Caledonie ! That we may brag we hae a lass There's name again sae bonnie. ROBERT BURNS JEANIE MORRISON. I've wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, The blithe blinks o' langsyne. "T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, "T was then we twa did part; Sweet time - sad time! twa bairns at scule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! |