Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
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[Sweetly glints the evening beam]
Sweetly glints the evening beam,
Tinging Duchray's silent stream;
And the lanely yellow ray,
Dwalls upon the Castle gray,
While I muse on thee,
My Love,
Sadly muse on thee.
Tinging Duchray's silent stream;
And the lanely yellow ray,
Dwalls upon the Castle gray,
While I muse on thee,
My Love,
Sadly muse on thee.
Never mair will morning's smile
Wauken me in Aberfoyle;
Never mair the sunny rays
Light me up the heathy braes,
Listning to thy sang,
My Love,
Thy soul-soothing sang.
Wauken me in Aberfoyle;
Never mair the sunny rays
Light me up the heathy braes,
Listning to thy sang,
My Love,
Thy soul-soothing sang.
Lomond's tap will hoary be—
Ne'er will age shed snaws on me;
Duchray's waters may rin by,—
Life in me will sune be dry;
Time will ne'er return,
My Love;
Time will ne'er return.
Ne'er will age shed snaws on me;
Duchray's waters may rin by,—
Life in me will sune be dry;
Time will ne'er return,
My Love;
Time will ne'er return.
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Whan I'm far on fortune thrown,
Burnin' in the torrid zone,
Distant mony a weary mile,—
I'll think on thee and Aberfoyle,
Wi' mony, mony a tear,
My Love;
Mony, mony a tear.
Burnin' in the torrid zone,
Distant mony a weary mile,—
I'll think on thee and Aberfoyle,
Wi' mony, mony a tear,
My Love;
Mony, mony a tear.
I canna', darena' to thee steal,
To bid thee sic a lang fareweel,
Life wad my pale lips forsake,—
My puir widowed heart wad break,
Takin' leave o' thee,
My Love,
Takin' leave o' thee.
To bid thee sic a lang fareweel,
Life wad my pale lips forsake,—
My puir widowed heart wad break,
Takin' leave o' thee,
My Love,
Takin' leave o' thee.
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