The Poetical Works of Anna Seward With Extracts from her Literary Correspondence. Edited by Walter Scott ... In Three Volumes |
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OF A NORTHERN LOVER, IN WINTER.
The dark winds are blowing around the rude hill,
And the ice of the evening has crusted the rill;
Thy waves, O Loch Lomond! can glitter no more,
But in dim, stony fragments incumber thy shore.
And the ice of the evening has crusted the rill;
Thy waves, O Loch Lomond! can glitter no more,
But in dim, stony fragments incumber thy shore.
And now for the moon, looking mild on the brook,
Swift lights of the north thro' the zenith are struck;
Those flashes, pale streaming, will guide my lone way,
And the steps of a lover in safety convey.
Swift lights of the north thro' the zenith are struck;
Those flashes, pale streaming, will guide my lone way,
And the steps of a lover in safety convey.
Then louder the wings of the winter may sound,
And the frost's cutting arrows dart keener around,
So the white shrouding flakes of the snow are withheld,
From the mine of the heath, and the lake of the field
And the frost's cutting arrows dart keener around,
So the white shrouding flakes of the snow are withheld,
From the mine of the heath, and the lake of the field
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