Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
Poems by James Hyslop | ||
XLIII.
Scotland Remembered.
Beloved maid! thy shining eyes
Of softness still my spirit feels;
Deep on my heart their sweetness lies
When midnight mine in slumber seals.
Of softness still my spirit feels;
Deep on my heart their sweetness lies
When midnight mine in slumber seals.
From Scotland's woody mountain streams,
O'er many a country, many a sea,
With love to bless my nightly dreams,
Beloved girl, thou com'st to me.
O'er many a country, many a sea,
With love to bless my nightly dreams,
Beloved girl, thou com'st to me.
Thou com'st to bring me back the bliss
Of summer days of youth and love,—
Sweet hours I've spent in happiness
With thee beside my native grove.
Of summer days of youth and love,—
Sweet hours I've spent in happiness
With thee beside my native grove.
Thou com'st to make thy wanderer blest,
To smile away his spirit's care,
Upon his lips to be carest,
And let him wanton 'mong thy hair.
To smile away his spirit's care,
Upon his lips to be carest,
And let him wanton 'mong thy hair.
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And when the light of morning breaks,
And thy soft spirit flies away,
The thoughts this dream of love awakes
Oft cheer thy wanderer all the day.
And thy soft spirit flies away,
The thoughts this dream of love awakes
Oft cheer thy wanderer all the day.
Poems by James Hyslop | ||