Poems by James Hyslop ... With a Sketch of his Life, and Notes on his Poems, By the Rev. Peter Mearns |
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To Anna.
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To Anna.
Oh! think o' me when gladsome spring
Maks green the simmer bowers;
Oh! think o' me when lav'rocks sing
Sae sweetly in the moors.
Maks green the simmer bowers;
Oh! think o' me when lav'rocks sing
Sae sweetly in the moors.
When gowans red, and wet wi' dew,
Are bloomin' on the brae,
Oh! think o' him who sails upon
The wide seas far away.
Are bloomin' on the brae,
Oh! think o' him who sails upon
The wide seas far away.
Oh! think o' me, when hawthorns sweet
Breathe simmer's rich perfume;
Oh! think o' me, when lovers meet
Among the yellow broom!
Breathe simmer's rich perfume;
Oh! think o' me, when lovers meet
Among the yellow broom!
At gloamin' in thy woodland walks,
When siller saughs are gray,
Oh! think o' him who sails upon
The wide seas far away!
When siller saughs are gray,
Oh! think o' him who sails upon
The wide seas far away!
When forth you wander pensively,
'Mong autumn's yellow corn,
Oh! think o' me, and many a day,
That never can return!
'Mong autumn's yellow corn,
Oh! think o' me, and many a day,
That never can return!
The tartan plaid, the stol'n caress,
The fragrant meadow hay,
The fond young heart that shar'd them, now
On waters far away.
The fragrant meadow hay,
The fond young heart that shar'd them, now
On waters far away.
Dear, lovely one! although my ship
Be far upon the sea;
And years have pass'd since last thy lip
Of love was prest by me.
Be far upon the sea;
And years have pass'd since last thy lip
Of love was prest by me.
In fancy's eye how bright the scene
Of boyhood's vanish'd day!
I sigh to think I'm sailing on
The waters far away.
Of boyhood's vanish'd day!
I sigh to think I'm sailing on
The waters far away.
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