The Poetry of Robert Burns Edited by William Ernest Henley and Thomas F. Henderson |
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HERE IS THE GLEN |
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HERE IS THE GLEN
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Here is the glen, and here the bowerAll underneath the birchen shade,
The village-bell has toll'd the hour—
O, what can stay my lovely maid?
'Tis not Maria's whispering call—
'Tis but the balmy-breathing gale,
Mixed with some warbler's dying fall
The dewy star of eve to hail!
II
It is Maria's voice I hear!—So calls the woodlark in the grove
His little faithful mate to cheer:
At once 'tis music and 'tis love!
And art thou come? And art thou true?
O, welcome, dear, to love and me,
And let us all our vows renew
Along the flowery banks of Cree!
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