5. Though in visions, sweet lady, perhaps you may smile, Oh! think not my penance deficient! When dreams of your presence my slumbers beguile, To awake will be torture sufficient. TO A BEAUTIFUL QUAKER*. SWEET girl! though only once we met, What though we never silence broke, * These lines were published in the private volume, and the first edition of Hours of Idleness, but subsequently omitted by the author.-ED. The tongue in flattering falsehood deals, Deceit the guilty lips impart, And hush the mandates of the heart; Thy form appears through night, through day: In sleep, it smiles in fleeting dreams; Alas! again no more we meet, No more our former looks repeat; Then let me breathe this parting prayer, May Heaven so guard my lovely quaker, SONG *. 1. WHEN I roved a young Highlander o'er the dark heath, And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven of snow t! To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath, Or the mist of the tempest that gather❜d below‡, * First published in the second edition of Hours of Idleness.-ED. † Morven, a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire: "Gormal of snow,' is an expression frequently to be found in Ossian. This will not appear extraordinary to those who have been accustomed to the mountains; it is by no means uncommon on attaining Untutor❜d by science, a stranger to fear, And rude as the rocks where my infancy grew, No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear; Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas centred in you? 2. Yet it could not be love, for I knew not the name,— As I felt, when a boy, on the crag-cover'd wild: I loved my bleak regions, nor panted for new; And few were my wants, for my wishes were bless'd; And pure were my thoughts, for my soul was with you. 3. I arose with the dawn; with my dog as my guide, No dreams save of Mary were spread to my view; And warm to the skies my devotions arose, For the first of my prayers was a blessing on you. the top of Ben-e-vis, Ben-y-bourd, &c. to perceive between the summit and the valley, clouds pouring down rain, and occasionally accompanied by lightning, while the spectator literally looks down upon the storm, perfectly secure from its effects. *Breasting the lofty surge.-Shakspeare. The Dee is a beautiful river, which rises near Mar Lodge, and falls into the sea at New Aberdeen. 4. I left my bleak home, and my visions are gone; And delight but in days I have witness'd before: More dear were the scenes which my infancy knew: Though my hopes may have fail'd, yet they are not forgot; Though cold is my heart, still it lingers with you. 5. When I see some dark hill point its crest to the sky, 6. Yet the day may arrive when the mountains once more * Colbleen is a mountain near the verge of the Highlands, not far from the ruins of Dee Castle. |