A Laplander's song to his mistress.
I
Shine out, resplendent God of day,
On my fair Orramoor;
Her charms thy most propitious ray,
And kindest looks allure.
II
In mountain, vale, or gloomy grove,
I'd climb the tallest tree,
Could I from thence my absent love,
My charming rover see.
III
I'd venture on a rising cloud,
Aloft in yielding air,
From that exalted station proud,
To view the smiling fair.
IV
Should she in some sequester'd bow'r,
Among the branches hide,
I'd tear off ev'ry leaf and flow'r,
Till she was there descry'd.
V
From ev'ry bird I'd steal a wing
To Orramoor to fly;
And urg'd by love, would swiftly spring
Along the lightsome sky.
VI
Return, and bless me with thy charms,
While yet the sun displays
His fairest beams, and kindly warms
Us with his vital rays.
VII
Return before that light be gone,
In which thou shouldst appear;
Unwelcome night is hast'ning on
To darken half the year.
VIII
In vain, relentless maid, in vain
Thou dost a youth forsake,
Whose love shall quickly o'er the plain,
Thy savage flight o'ertake.
IX
Should bars of steel my passage stay,
They could not thee secure:
I'd thro' enchantments find a way
To seize my Orramoor.
