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And, while we ate the grateful food
(With weary limbs on bench reclined), Considerate and discreet, she stood
A part, and listened to the wind.
On her cheek an autumn flush
Kind wishes both our souls engaged,
From breast to breast spontaneous ran The mutual thought, we stood and pledged
THE MODEST ROSE ABOVE Loch DAN.
Round her eyes her tresses fell, ---
"The milk we drink is not more pure,
Sweet Mary,- bless those budding charms ! Than your own generous heart, I'm sure,
Nor whiter than the breast it warms !”
And her hat, with shady brim, Made her tressy forehead dim ; Thus she stood amid the stooks, Praising God with sweetest looks.
She turned and gazed, unused to hear
Such language in that homely glen ; But, Mary, you have naught to fear,
Though smiled on by two stranger-men.
Sure, I said, Heaven did not mean
Not for a crown would I alarm
Your virgin pride by word or sign, Nor need a painful blush disarm
My friend of thoughts as pure as mine.
Her simple heart could not but feel
The words we spoke were free from guile ; She stooped, she blushed, she fixed her wheel,--
”T is all in vain,- she can't but smile !
SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove ; A maid whom there were none to praise,
And very few to love.
Just like sweet April's dawn appears
Her modest face, I see it yet, And though I lived a hundred years
Methinks I never could forget
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye! - Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
The pleasure that, despite her heart,
Fills all her downcast eyes with light, The lips reluctantly apart,
The white teeth struggling into sight,
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and 0,
The difference to me!
The dimples eddying o'er her cheek,
The rosy cheek that won't be still ; 0, who could blame what flatterers speak,
Did smiles like this reward their skill ?
TO THE HIGHLAND GIRL OF INVERSNAID.
For such another smile, I vow,
Though loudly beats the midnight rain, I'd take the mountain-side e'en now,
And walk to Luggelaw again !
SWEET Highland Girl, a very shower
- a veil just half withdrawn,
She stood breast high amid the corn,
But O fair Creature ! in the light
To give new pleasure like the past,
JENNY KISSED ME.
With earnest feeling I shall pray
JENNY kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief! who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I'm weary, say I'm sad ;
Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I'm growing old, but add
Jenny kissed me !
“YOUNG, gay, and fortunate !” Lach yields a
theme. And, first, thy youth : what says it to gray hairs ? Narcissa, I 'm become thy pupil now ; Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.
SWEET STREAM, THAT WINDS.
What hand but would a garland cull
SWEET stream, that winds througlı yonder glade,
AFTER THE BALL.
Now thanks to Heaven ! that of its grace
THEY sat and combed their beautiful hair,
Their long, bright tresses, one by one, As they laughed and talked in the chamber there,
After the revel was done.
Idly they talked of waltz and quadrille,
Idly they laughed, like other girls,
Who over the fire, when all is still,
Comb out their braids and curls.
There'll be only one of you left for the bloom
Of the bearded lips to press,
Robe of satin and Brussels lace,
Knots of flowers and ribbons, too, Scattered about in every place,
For the revel is through.
Only one for the bridal pearls,
The robe of satin and Brussels lace, Only one to blush through her curls
At the sight of a lover's face.
And Maud and Madge in robes of white,
The prettiest nightgowns under the sun, Stockingless, slipperless, sit in the night,
For the revel is done,
O beautiful Madge, in your bridal white,
For you the revel has just begun; But for her who sleeps in your arms to-night
The revel of Life is done!
Sit and comb their beautiful hair,
Those wonderful waves of brown and gold, Till the fire is out in the chamber there,
And the little bare feet are cold.
But, robed and crowned with your saintly bliss,
Queen of heaven and bride of the sun, O beautiful Maud, you 'll never miss
The kisses another hath won !
Then out of the gathering winter chill,
All out of the bitter St. Agnes weather, While the fire is out and the house is still,
Maud and Madge together,
Maud and Madge in robes of white,
The prettiest nightgowns under the sun, Curtained away from the chilly night,
After the revel is done,
I'm in love with neighbor Nelly,
Though I know she's only ten,
And the marriedest of men !
I've three daughters all with beaux : I've a son with noble whiskers,
Who at me turns up his nose.
Float along in a splendid dream,
To a golden gittern's tinkling tune, While a thousand lusters shimmering stream
In a palace's grand saloon.
Flashing of jewels and flutter of laces,
Tropical odors sweeter than musk, Men and women with beautiful faces,
And eyes of tropical dusk,
Though a square-toes, and a fogey,
Still I've sunshine in my heart; Still I 'm fond of cakes and marbles,
Can appreciate a tart.
Just as though I were a boy :
From my depths of corduroy.
And one face shining out like a star,
One face haunting the dreams of each, And one voice, sweeter than others are,
Breaking into silvery speech,
Telling, through lips of bearded bloom,
An old, old story over again,
To the golden gittern's strain,
She is tall, and growing taller,
She is vigorous of limb; (You should see her play at cricket,
With her little brother Jim.) She has eyes as blue as damsons,
She has pounds of auburn curls, She regrets the game of leap-frog
Is prohibited to girls.
Two and two, they dreamily walk,
While an unseen spirit walks beside, And all unheard in the lovers' talk.
He claimeth one for a bride.
O Maud and Madge, dream on together,
With never a pang of jealous fear! For, ere the bitter St. Agnes weather
Shall whiten another year,
I adore my neighbor Nelly,
I invite her in to tea;
All her pretty ways to see.
Yet remote from any teens,
What the girl's doll-instinct means.
Robed for the bridal, and robed for the tomb,
Braided brown hair and golden tress,