The Works of The Ettrick Shepherd Centenary Edition. With a Memoir of the Author, by the Rev. Thomas Thomson ... Poems and Life. With Many Illustrative Engravings [by James Hogg] |
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Then would I sigh and turn me around,
And lay my ear to the hollow ground,
To the little air-springs of central birth
That bring low murmurs out of the earth;
And there would I listen, in breathless way,
Till I heard the worm creep through the clay,
And the little blackamoor pioneer
A-grubbing his way in darkness drear:
Nought cheer'd me on which the daylight shone,
For the children of darkness moved alone.
Yet neither in field nor in flowery heath,
In heaven above nor in earth beneath,
In star, nor in moon, nor in midnight wind,
His elfish queen could her minstrel find.
And lay my ear to the hollow ground,
To the little air-springs of central birth
That bring low murmurs out of the earth;
And there would I listen, in breathless way,
Till I heard the worm creep through the clay,
And the little blackamoor pioneer
A-grubbing his way in darkness drear:
Nought cheer'd me on which the daylight shone,
For the children of darkness moved alone.
Yet neither in field nor in flowery heath,
In heaven above nor in earth beneath,
In star, nor in moon, nor in midnight wind,
His elfish queen could her minstrel find.
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