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Title: Ballads of Beauty

Author: Various

Editor: George M. Baker

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Ballads of Beauty.

BALLADS OF BEAUTY.

EDITED BY
GEORGE M. BAKER.

WITH

Forty Full Page Illustrations.

BOSTON:
LEE AND SHEPARD, PUBLISHERS.
NEW YORK:
CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM.
1878.

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1874, by
Lee and Shepard,
In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.

[ix]

Contents.

[13]

Ballads of Beauty.

Beauty.

[14]

Waiting in the Twilight.

Slowly from the western hill-sides

Fades the sunset's ruddy light,

While the birds amid the tree-tops

Softly chirp their sweet "Good-night."

Where the elm trees' spreading branches

Hide the streamlets with their shades,

Stands the fair-faced, blue-eyed Dolly,

Flower of all the village maids,—

Looking, in the growing twilight,

Towards the grassy fields ahead,

Listening still, with eye expectant,

For the ever-welcome tread.

From across the verdant meadow

Comes a whistle, loud and shrill,

Sounding through the evening stillness,

Seemeth but the whip-poor-will.

But the fair face glows still brighter,

And the eyes more eager grow,

As the notes come near and nearer,

Louder than the streamlet's flow.

[15]

[17]

[18]

Life Songs.

A brook flashed from a rugged height,

Merrily, merrily glancing;

The songs of the summer light

Kept time to the tune of its dancing.

Fond eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

Reading fate in its waters;

"Darling, the song of the brook is for you,

Fairest of earth's dear daughters."

Bright eyes looked on its dewy sheen,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly,—

"The world is fair! the world is fair!"

"And I love, I love you dearly."

Autumn leaves, like a fairy fleet,

Swept down towards the river;

The false wind moaned through the dreary sleet,

"The flowers are dead forever!"

Sad eyes looked down on the shadowed stream,

Reading fate in its measure:

"For me your song, for my withered life,

Pain in the mask of pleasure."

Sad eyes looked on the shadowed stream,

And the songs of their lives rang clearly,—

"The world is sad! the world is sad!"

"Oh! I loved, I loved him dearly."

[19]

[21]

[22]

The Welcome.

I.

Come in the evening or come in the morning,

Come when you're looked for or come without warning,

Kisses and welcome you'll find here before you,

And the oftener you come here the more I'll adore you!

Light is my heart since the day we were plighted,

Red is my cheek that they told me was blighted;

The green of the trees looks far greener than ever,

And the linnets are singing, "True lovers don't sever!"

II.

III.

IV.

[26]

Love at First Sight.

Into my heart a silent look

Flashed from thy careless eyes;

And what before was shadow, took

The light of summer skies.

The first-born Love was in that look;

The Venus rose from out the deep

Of those inspiring eyes.

My life, like some lone, solemn spot

A spirit passes o'er,

Grew instinct with a glory not

In earth or heaven before.

Sweet trouble stirred the haunted spot,

And shook the leaves of every thought

Thy presence wandered o'er!

My being yearned, and crept to thine,

As if in times of yore

Thy soul had been a part of mine,

Which claimed it back once more—

Thy very self no longer thine,

But merged in that delicious life

Which made us ONE of yore!

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[29]

[30]

O Fairest of the Rural Maids.

O fairest of the rural maids!

Thy birth was in the forest shades;

Green boughs, and glimpses of the sky,

Were all that met thine infant eye.

Thy sports, thy wanderings, when a child,

Were ever in the sylvan wild;

And all the beauty of the place

Is in thy heart and on thy face.

The twilight of the trees and rocks

Is in the light shade of thy locks;

Thy step is as the wind, that weaves

Its playful way among the leaves.

Thine eyes are springs, in whose serene

And silent waters heaven is seen;

Their lashes are the herbs that look

On their young figures in the brook.

The forest depths, by foot unpressed,

Are not more sinless than thy breast;

The holy peace that fills the air

Of those calm solitudes, is there.

[31]

[33]

Louise on the Doorstep.

Half-past three in the morning!

And no one in the street

But me, on the sheltering doorstep

Resting my weary feet,

Watching the rain-drops patter

And dance where the puddles run,

As bright in the flaring gas-light

As dew-drops in the sun.

There's a light upon the pavement,

It shines like a magic glass,

And there are faces in it

That look at me and pass.

Faces—ah! well remembered

In the happy Long Ago,

When my garb was white as lilies,

And my thoughts as pure as snow.

Faces! ah, yes! I see them—

One, two, and three—and four—

That come in the gust of tempests,

And go on the winds that bore.

Changeful and evanescent,

They shine mid storm and rain,

Till the terror of their beauty

[34]

Lies deep upon my brain.

One of them frowns; I know him,

With his thin, long, snow-white hair,—

Cursing his wretched daughter

That drove him to despair.

And the other, with wakening pity

In her large, tear-streaming eyes,

Seems as she yearned towards me,

And whispered "Paradise."

They pass,—they melt in the ripples,

And I shut mine eyes, that burn,

To escape another vision

That follows where'er I turn—

The face of a false deceiver

That lives and lies; ah, me!

Though I see it in the pavement,

Mocking my misery!

They are gone, all three!—quite vanished!

Let nothing call them back!

For I've had enough of phantoms,

And my heart is on the rack.

God help me in my sorrow!

But there,—in the wet, cold stone,

Smiling in heavenly beauty,

I see my lost, mine own!

There, on the glimmering pavement,

With eyes as blue as morn,

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[37]

[38]

Our Skater Belle.

Along the frozen lake she comes

In linking crescents, light and fleet;

The ice-imprisoned Undine hums

A welcome to her little feet.

I see the jaunty hat, the plume

Swerve bird-like in the joyous gale,—

The cheeks lit up to burning bloom,

The young eyes sparkling through the veil.

The quick breath parts her laughing lips,

The white neck shines through tossing curls;

Her vesture gently sways and dips,

As on she speeds in shell-like whorls.

Men stop and smile to see her go;

They gaze, they smile in pleased surprise;

They ask her name; they long to show

Some silent friendship in their eyes.

She glances not; she passes on;

Her steely footfall quicker rings;

She guesses not the benison

Which follows her on noiseless wings.

[39]

[41]

[42]

Augusta.

"Handsome and haughty!" a comment that came

From lips which were never accustomed to malice:

A girl with a presence superb as her name,

And charmingly fitted for love—in a palace!

And oft I have wished—for in musing alone

One's fancy is apt to be very erratic—

That the lady might wear—No! I never will own

A thought so decidedly undemocratic!

But if 'twere a coronet—this, I'll aver,

No duchess on earth could more gracefully wear it;

And even a democrat—thinking of her—

Might surely be pardoned for wishing to share it!

[43]

[45]

Lord Ullin's Daughter.

A chieftain to the Highlands bound,

Cries, "Boatman, do not tarry!

And I'll give thee a silver pound

To row us o'er the ferry."

"Now who be ye would cross Lochgyle,

This dark and stormy water?"

"Oh, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle,

And this Lord Ullin's daughter.

"And fast before her father's men

Three days we've fled together;

For should he find us in the glen,

My blood would stain the heather.

"His horsemen hard behind us ride;

Should they our steps discover,

Then who will cheer my bonny bride

When they have slain her lover?"

Out spoke the hardy Highland wight,

"I'll go, my chief,—I'm ready;

It is not for your silver bright,

But for your winsome lady.

[46]

"And by my word! the bonny bird

In danger shall not tarry;

So though the waves are raging white,

I'll row you o'er the ferry."

By this the storm grew loud apace,

The water-wraith was shrieking;

And in the scowl of heaven each face

Grew dark as they were speaking.

But still, as wilder blew the wind,

And as the night grew drearer,

Adown the glen rode arméd men,

Their trampling sounded nearer.

"Oh, haste thee, haste!" the lady cries,

"Though tempests round us gather;

I'll meet the raging of the skies,

But not an angry father."

The boat has left a stormy land,

A stormy sea before her,

When, oh! too strong for human hand

The tempest gathered o'er her.

And still they rowed amidst the roar

Of waters fast prevailing;

Lord Ullin reached that fatal shore:

His wrath was changed to wailing.

For sore dismayed, through storm and shade,

His child he did discover;

One lovely hand she stretched for aid,

And one was round her lover.

[47]

[49]

[50]

Winter Song.

Wintry winds are calling,

Whereso'er I go;

Dismally is falling,

The melancholy snow!

Birds from off the bough,

Long have taken flight;

There is no singing now,

And scant sunlight.

I weary for the old days,

When all the world looked gay;

These are the cold days,—

Summer hath fled away!

Love and peace and gladness,

Stayed a little space;

Solitude and sadness

Meet me in their place.

Love passed idly by,

Soon was gladness flown;

Peace was last to fly,—

I am alone!

And I weary for the old days,

And those who would not stay;

These are the cold days,—

Summer hath fled away!

[51]

[53]

[54]

The Miller's Daughter.

It is the miller's daughter,

And she is grown so dear, so dear,

That I would be the jewel

That trembles at her ear;

For, hid in ringlets day and night,

I'd touch her neck so warm and white.

And I would be the girdle

About her dainty, dainty waist,

And her heart would beat against me

In sorrow and in rest;

And I should know if it beat right,

I'd clasp it round so close and tight.

[58]

Oh, were my Love a Country Lass.

Oh, were my love a country lass,

That I might see her every day;

And sit with her on hedge-row grass

Beneath a bough of May;

And find her cattle when astray,

Or help to drive them to the field,

And linger on our homeward way,

And woo her lips to yield

A twilight kiss before we parted,

Full of love, yet easy-hearted!

Oh, were my love a cottage maid,

To spin through many a winter night,

Where ingle-corner lends its shade

From fir-wood blazing bright.

Beside her wheel what dear delight

To watch the blushes go and come,

With tender words that took no fright

Beneath the friendly hum;

Or rising smile, or tear-drop swelling,

At a fireside legend's telling!

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[62]

The Siesta.

(FROM THE SPANISH.)

Airs! that wander and murmur round,

Bearing delight where'er ye blow,

Make in the elms a lulling sound,

While my lady sleeps in the shade below.

Lighten and lengthen her noonday rest,

Till the heat of the noonday sun is o'er;

Sweet be her slumbers,—though in my breast

The pain she has waked may slumber no more.

Breathing soft from the blue profound,

Bearing delight where'er ye blow,

Make in the elms a lulling sound,

While my lady sleeps in the shade below.

[66]

The Queen's Ride.

'Tis that fair time of year,

Lady mine!

When stately Guinevere

In her sea-green robe and hood,

Went a-riding through the wood,

Lady mine!

And as the Queen did ride,

Lady mine!

Sir Launcelot at her side

Laughed and chatted, bending over,

Half her friend and all her lover,

Lady mine!

And as they rode along,

Lady mine!

The throstle gave them song,

And the buds peeped through the grass

To see youth and beauty pass,

Lady mine!

[67]

[69]

[70]

Mary Morison.

O Mary, at thy window be—

It is the wished, the trysted hour!

Those smiles and glances let me see

That make the miser's treasure poor.

How blithely wad I bide the stoure,

A weary slave frae sun to sun,

Could I the rich reward secure,

Of lovely Mary Morison!

Yestreen, when to the trembling string

The dance gaed through the lighted ha',

To thee my fancy took its wing,—

I sat, but neither heard nor saw,

Though this was fair, and that was braw,

And you the toast of a' the town,

I sighed, and said, amang them a',

Ye are na Mary Morison!

[74]

Margaret and Dora.

Margaret's beauteous,—Grecian arts

Ne'er drew form completer;

Yet why, in my heart of hearts,

Hold I Dora's sweeter?

Dora's eyes of heavenly blue

Pass all painting's reach,—

Ringdoves' notes are discord to

The music of her speech.

Artists! Margaret's smile receive,

And on canvas show it;

But for perfect worship, leave

Dora to her poet.

[75]

[77]

Out in the Cold.

Under a bough without berries or leaves,

Where the keen winter's slave silver webs weaves,

Where the bleak, bitter blast swoops o'er the hill,

Where the swift-flying flake never is still,

Maidens three,

Here are we,

Surely not old.

Pity us,

Succor us,

Out in the cold!

New Year's morn tempted us out in the snow,

Rudely the blast came down, making cheeks glow,

Snatching at wrap and veil, seeking to hurl

Dead leaf and flake at us, tangled each curl.

Company

Maidens three

Are not, 'tis told;

'Tis not fair;

We despair,

Out in the cold.

[78]

Shelter we seek in vain here mid the storm,

Waiting most patiently some welcome warm;

'Tis but a secret to you told apart—

The shelter that we would have lies in some heart.

Sad our lot,

Blame us not,

Think us not bold;

Even Eve

Sure would grieve,

Left in the cold.

Who has not told of the tendril-tipped vine,

Breathed of the blossoms in poetry's line,

Vowed that the former needs where it may twine,

And the latter a stay where its petals may shine?

Yet alone

Here we moan

Troubles untold;

Blossoms pale,

Vine a-trail,

Out in the cold.

[82]

The Annoyer.

Love knoweth every form of air,

And every shape of earth,

And comes, unbidden, everywhere,

Like thought's mysterious birth.

The moonlit sea and the sunset sky

Are written with Love's words,

And you hear his voice unceasingly,

Like song, in the time of birds.

He peeps into the warrior's heart,

From the tip of a stooping plume,

And the serried spears, and the many men,

May not deny him room.

He'll come to his tent in the weary night,

And be busy in his dream,

And he'll float to his eye in morning light,

Like a fay on a silver beam.

[86]

Desolate.

The day goes down red, darkling,

The moaning waves dash out the light,

And there is not a star of hope sparkling

On the threshold of my night.

Wild winds of Autumn go wailing

Up the valley and over the hill,

Like yearning ghosts round the world sailing,

In search of the old love still.

A fathomless sea is rolling

O'er the wreck of the bravest bark;

And my pain-muffled heart is tolling

Its dumb peal down in the dark.

The waves of a mighty sorrow

Have whelméd the pearl of my life;

And there cometh to me no morrow

Shall solace this desolate strife.

[87]

[89]

[90]

Linger, O Gentle Time.

Linger, O gentle Time,

Linger, O radiant grace of bright to-day!

Let not the hours' chime

Call thee away,

But linger near me still with fond delay.

Linger, for thou art mine!

What dearer treasures can the Future hold?

What sweeter flowers than thine

Can she unfold?

What secret tell my heart thou hast not told?

Oh, linger in thy flight!

For shadows gather round, and should we part,

A dreary, stirless night

May fill my heart.

Then pause and linger yet ere thou depart.

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[94]

Bonnie Bessie.

I love Bessie and she loves me—

Bonnie Bessie, who lives by the sea,

Sweet and lovely as lass can be;

White and rosy, with eyes of blue,

Luminous eyes, like globes of dew,—

You see the morning firmament through!

Light and grace in her motion free,

Sweetest lady of all I see,

For I love Bessie and she loves me!

Some have houses, and some have stocks,

And some have treasure in veinéd rocks,

And some heap gold in an iron box;

Cattle and horses and sheep have some;

For another his great ships go and come,

And a hundred mills for his brother hum;

But I, who have only an eye to see

And a heart to bless her, can happier be,

For I love Bessie and she loves me!

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[98]

The Confidante.

I.

A letter, Lucy? for me to read?

Ah, tell-tale blushes, what secret now?

I am but teasing. There, never heed,

Nor blur with furrows that little brow.

II.

III.

IV.

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V.

VI.

VII.

[102]

Somebody's Waiting for Somebody.

Rainy and rough sets the day,—

There's a heart beating for somebody;

I must be up and away,—

Somebody's anxious for somebody.

Thrice hath she been to the gate,

Thrice hath she listened for somebody.

Midst the night, stormy and late,

Somebody's waiting for somebody.

[106]

Elise.

I watched him through the lattice

As he went down the street,

And all my heart went with him

In many a wild pulse-beat.

'Twas in the gentle spring-time,

At the vanishing of snow,

And my sullen, stagnant nature

Began to bloom and blow—

Began to feel within it

Rise a strange, unearthly power,

As the perfume rises softly

In the newly-opened flower.

He brought me buds and blossoms,

He brought me gladness, too;

And I told him—told him truly,

When he came to woo.

[107]

[109]

[110]

Somebody.

Somebody's courting somebody,

Somewhere or other to-night;

Somebody's whispering to somebody,

Somebody's listening to somebody,

Under this clear moonlight.

Near the bright river's flow,

Running so still and slow,

Talking so soft and low,

She sits with somebody.

Pacing the ocean's shore,

Edged by the foaming roar,

Words never used before

Sound sweet to somebody.

Under the maple-tree,

Deep though the shadow be,

Plain enough they can see,

Bright eyes has somebody.

[111]

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A True Woman.

She was a phantom of delight

When first she gleamed upon my sight;

A lovely apparition, sent

To be a moment's ornament;

Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,

Like twilight's, too, her dusky hair;

But all things else about her drawn

From May-time and the cheerful dawn;

A dancing shape, an image gay,

To haunt, to startle, and waylay.

I saw her upon nearer view,

A spirit, yet a woman too!

Her household motions light and free,

And steps of virgin liberty;

A countenance in which did meet

Sweet records, promises as sweet;

A creature not too bright or good

For human nature's daily food,

For transient sorrows, simple wiles,

Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.

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Flowers, and Flowers.

Beautiful flowers,

In feathery bowers,

Filling the air with a silent perfume;

Sweet garden of roses,

Your beauty discloses

A charm to subdue the soul's sadness and gloom.

From rich parterre,

Or where city air,

Though dank and noisome, hath left you living,

Ye come together

In the summer weather,

To praise His name who is ever giving.

Oh, the joy and grace

That enrich the place

Where your manifold tints and odors are spread!

Bewitching and rare,

Ye make the land fair

As the Garden of Eden long mourned as dead.

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She Walks in Beauty.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright

Meets in her aspect and her eyes;

Thus mellowed to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impaired the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face,—

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear, their dwelling-place.

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My Sunshine.

Like a cluster of sunbeams her hair is,

As blue as the sky-tints her eye,

And I think of the Queen of the Fairies

Whenever she passes me by;

And if we had fays

Flitting round nowadays,

I should fear she might fly far away

Some day.

Sometimes I am puzzled with wonder,

To know why the wings were left out;

But I'm pleased that they made such a blunder,

When the little one first came about;

For if she had wings,

And soft feathers and things,

I should know she would fly far away

Some day.

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[129]

[130]

A Sleeping Beauty.

Sleep on, and dream of Heaven awhile!

Though shut so close thy laughing eyes,

Thy rosy lips still wear a smile,

And move and breathe delicious sighs.

Ah! now soft blushes tinge her cheeks

And mantle o'er her neck of snow;

Ah! now she murmurs, now she speaks,

What most I wish, and fear to know.

She starts, she trembles, and she weeps,

Her fair hands folded on her breast;

And now, how like a saint she sleeps,

A seraph in the realms of rest!

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The Lady's Yes.

"Yes!" I answered you last night;

"No!" this morning, sir, I say.

Colors seen by candle-light

Will not look the same by day.

When the tabors played their best,

Lamps above and laughs below,

Love me sounded like a jest,

Fit for yes or fit for no.

Call me false or call me free,—

Vow, whatever light may shine,

No man on thy face shall see

Any grief for change on mine.

Yet the sin is on us both:

Time to dance is not to woo;

Wooer light makes fickle troth;

Scorn of me recoils on you.

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A Health.

I fill this cup to one made up

Of loveliness alone,—

A woman, of her gentle sex

The seeming paragon;

To whom the better elements

And kindly stars have given

A form so fair, that, like the air,

'Tis less of earth than heaven.

Her every tone is music's own,

Like those of morning birds,

And something more than melody

Dwells ever in her words;

The coinage of her heart are they,

And from her lips each flows

As one may see the burdened bee

Forth issue from the rose.

Affections are as thoughts to her,

The measures of her hours;

Her feelings have the fragrancy,

The freshness of young flowers;

And lovely passions, changing oft,

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So fill her, she appears

The image of themselves by turns,—

The idol of past years!

[142]

Winifred's Hair.

Winifred, waking in the morning,

Locks dishevelled, sighed, "Alas!

Broken is the Venice-bodkin

That you gave me—'twas of glass.

All my auburn hair, henceforward,

Shall be given to the wind."

Ere the evening came, another's

Net of pearl her hair confined.

Frail as the Venetian bauble

I had thrust in Winifred's hair;

Lo! the net now snapped asunder,

Other hands had fastened there.

Ere the moon's wide-blossomed petals

On the breast of night had died,

Net and bodkin both deserted,

Winifred's glittering hair flowed wide!

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[146]

In the Organ Loft.

The dead in their ancient graves are still;

There they've slept for many a year;

The last faint sunbeams glance o'er the hill,

Gilding the dry grass, tall and sere,

And the foam of the babbling rill.

Into the church the ruddy light falls,

Through rich stained windows, narrow and high;

Pictures it paints on the old gray walls,

Scenes from the days that have long gone by,—

And hark! 'tis my Rosalie calls!

She calls my name,—I have heard it oft

Just at the golden sun's decline;

I answer the call, so sweet and soft;

And, turning, see where her bright eyes shine,

High up in the organ loft.

I pass the winding and narrow stair;

The gallery door stands open wide;

I know no shadow of pain or care,

While darling Rosalie stands by my side,

In the sunset light so fair.

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A Garden in her Face.

There is a garden in her face,

Where roses and white lilies grow;

A heavenly paradise is that place,

Wherein all pleasant fruits do grow;

There cherries grow that none may buy,

Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.

Those cherries fairly do inclose

Of orient pearl a double row,

Which, when her lively laughter shows,

They look like rose-buds filled with snow;

Yet these no peer nor prince may buy,

Till cherry-ripe themselves do cry.

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When Stars are in the Quiet Skies.

When stars are in the quiet skies,

Then most I pine for thee.

Bend on me then thy tender eyes,

As stars look on the sea!

For thoughts, like waves that glide by night,

Are stillest when they shine;

Mine earthly love lies hushed in light

Beneath the heaven of thine.

There is an hour when angels keep

Familiar watch o'er men,

When coarser souls are wrapped in sleep,—

Sweet spirit, meet me then!

There is an hour when holy dreams

Through slumber fairest glide;

And in that mystic hour, it seems

Thou shouldst be by my side.

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[158]

The Time I've Lost in Wooing.

The time I've lost in wooing

In watching and pursuing

The light that lies

In Woman's eyes,

Has been my heart's undoing.

Though Wisdom oft has sought me,

I scorned the lore she brought me;

My only books

Were Woman's looks,

And folly's all they taught me.

Her smiles when Beauty granted,

I hung with gaze enchanted,

Like him, the sprite,

Whom maids by night

Oft meet in glen that's haunted.

Like him, too, Beauty won me

But while her eyes were on me;

If once their ray

Was turned away,

Oh, winds could not outrun me!

[159]

[161]

[162]

Not a Match.

Kitty, sweet and seventeen,

Pulls my hair and calls me "Harry";

Hints that I am young and green,

Wonders if I wish to marry.

Only tell me what reply

Is the best reply for Kitty?

She's but seventeen, and I—

I am forty,—more's the pity!

Twice at least my Kitty's age

(Just a trifle over, maybe),

I am sober, I am sage,

Kitty nothing but a baby.

She is merriment and mirth,

I am wise and gravely witty;

She's the dearest thing on earth,

I am forty,—more 's the pity!

[166]

O saw ye the Lass?

O saw ye the lass wi' the bonny blue een?

Her smile is the sweetest that ever was seen;

Her cheek like the rose is, but fresher, I ween,

She's the loveliest lassie that trips on the green.

The home of my love is below in the valley,

Where wild-flowers welcome the wandering bee;

But the sweetest of flowers in that spot that is seen

Is the maid that I love wi' the bonny blue een.

When night overshadows her cot in the glen,

She'll steal out to meet her loved Donald again;

And when the moon shines on the valley so green,

I'll welcome the lass wi' the bonny blue een.

As the dove that has wandered away from his nest

Returns to the mate his fond heart loves the best,

I'll fly from the world's false and vanishing scene,

To my dear one, the lass wi' the bonny blue een.

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