O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Still fling their shadows owre my path, They blind my een wi' saut, saut tears, As Memory idly summons up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time, sad time!-twa bairns at schule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear; And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' check, loof locked in loof, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but My lesson was in thee. Oh, mind ye how we hung our heads, We cleek'd thegither hame? And mind ye o' the Saturdays (The schule then skail't at noon), When we ran aff to speel the bracsThe broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about, As, ane by ane, the thochts rush back Jeanie Morrison Oh, mornin' life! Oh, mornin' luve! 1 Oh, lichtsome days and lang, Like simmer blossoms, sprang! Oh, mind ye, luve, how aft we left The simmer leaves hung owre our heads, The throssil whusslit in the wud, Concerted harmonies; And on the knowe abune the burn For hours thegither sat In the silentness o' joy, till baith Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, Tears trinkled doun your cheek, Like dew-beads on a rose, yet nane When hearts were fresh and young, I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As closely twined wi' earliest thochts As ye hae been to me? Oh! tell me gin their music fills Thine ear as it does mine; Oh! say gin e'er your heart grows great $957 I've wandered east, I've wandered west, But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, Still travels on its way; And channels deeper as it rins The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I dee, Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O' bygane days and me! William Motherwell [1797-1835] THE SEA-LANDS WOULD I were on the sea-lands, And in the rocks at midnight Would I were with my first love My first love was a fair girl The roses, have they tarried Fair Ines If we had stayed together, Ah, years are filled with learning, I knew... and found them strange. But on the sea-lands tumbled By winds that sting and blind, The nights we watched, so silent, Come back, come back to mind I mind about my first love, And hear the rush and roar Of spume below the doorstep And winds upon the door. !. Orrick Johns [1887 959 FAIR INES O SAW ye not fair Ines? She's gone into the West, The smiles that we love best, O turn again, fair Ines, Before the fall of night, For fear the Moon should shine alone, And stars unrivaled bright; And blessed will the lover be That walks beneath their light, And breathes the love against thy cheek" Would I had been, fair Ines, That gallant cavalier, Who rode so gaily by thy side, And whispered thee so near! Or no true lovers here, That he should cross the seas to win The dearest of the dear? I saw thee, lovely Ines, It would have been a beauteous dream, If it had been no more! Alas, alas! fair Ines, She went away with song, With Music waiting on her steps, And shoutings of the throng; In sounds that sang Farewell, farewell, Farewell, farewell, fair Ines! That vessel never bore So fair a lady on its deck, Nor danced so light before, Alas for pleasure on the sea, And sorrow on the shore! The smile that blessed one lover's heart Has broken many more! Thomas Hood [1799-1845] A VALEDICTION GOD be with thee, my beloved,—God be with thee! Else alone thou goest forth, Thy face unto the north, |