 | Our Holiday Among The Hills |  |
THE LOVER'S WALK.
The sunset fires of evening glow
Behind a gathering cloud,
And winds that from the norlan' blow
Go past me piping loud.
But down by the meadow, and over the burn,
And up by the witch's tree,
With many a traverse and many a turn
My path this night must be!
Behind a gathering cloud,
And winds that from the norlan' blow
Go past me piping loud.
But down by the meadow, and over the burn,
And up by the witch's tree,
With many a traverse and many a turn
My path this night must be!
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Between me and the Druid stone
A hare scuds o'er the grass;
A cushat, with contented moan,
Upbraids me as I pass.
But through the dark planting, and out on the moss,
And over the benty lea,
With wall to leap, and water to cross,
My path this night shall be!
A hare scuds o'er the grass;
A cushat, with contented moan,
Upbraids me as I pass.
But through the dark planting, and out on the moss,
And over the benty lea,
With wall to leap, and water to cross,
My path this night shall be!
The moon looks up with frightened glower,
Dim-glimmering on the night;
And what is that by the haunted tower?
—My girl in ghostly white!
My troubles are over, my travels are done,
The fears of the mid-mirk flee;
The girl I love, and the only one,
—She's true to her tryst with me!
Dim-glimmering on the night;
And what is that by the haunted tower?
—My girl in ghostly white!
My troubles are over, my travels are done,
The fears of the mid-mirk flee;
The girl I love, and the only one,
—She's true to her tryst with me!
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