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As I often saw you do; when I watched you going by

On the stormy days to College; from my window up on high。



I wander on the Lade Braes; where I used to walk with you;

And purple are the woods of Mount Melville; budding new;

But I cannot bear to look; for the tears keep coming so;

And the Spring has lost the freshness which it had a year ago。



Yet often I could fancy; where the pathway takes a turn;

I shall see you in a moment; coming round beside the burn;

Coming round beside the burn; with your swinging step and free;

And your face lit up with pleasure at the sudden sight of me。



Beyond the Rock and Spindle; where we watched the water clear

In the happy April sunshine; with a happy sound to hear;

There I sat this afternoon; but no hand was holding mine;

And the water sounded eerie; though the April sun did shine。



Oh; why should I complain of what I know was bound to be?

For you had your way to make; and you must not think of me。

But a woman's heart is weak; and a woman's joys are few …

There are times when I could die for a moment's sight of you。



It may be you will come again; before my hair is grey

As the sea is in the twilight of a weary winter's day。

When success is grown a burden; and your heart would fain be free;

Come back to St。 AndrewsSt。 Andrews and me。







THE SOLITARY







I have been lonely all my days on earth;

Living a life within my secret soul;

With mine own springs of sorrow and of mirth;

Beyond the world's control。



Though sometimes with vain longing I have sought

To walk the paths where other mortals tread;

To wear the clothes for other mortals wrought;

And eat the selfsame bread …



Yet have I ever found; when thus I strove

To mould my life upon the common plan;

That I was furthest from all truth and love;

And least a living man。



Truth frowned upon my poor hypocrisy;

Life left my soul; and dwelt but in my sense;

No man could love me; for all men could see

The hollow vain pretence。



Their clothes sat on me with outlandish air;

Upon their easy road I tripped and fell;

And still I sickened of the wholesome fare

On which they nourished well。



I was a stranger in that company;

A Galilean whom his speech bewrayed;

And when they lifted up their songs of glee;

My voice sad discord made。



Peace for mine own self I could never find;

And still my presence marred the general peace;

And when I parted; leaving them behind;

They felt; and I; release。



So will I follow now my spirit's bent;

Not scorning those who walk the beaten track;

Yet not despising mine own banishment;

Nor often looking back。



Their way is best for them; but mine for me。

And there is comfort for my lonely heart;

To think perhaps our journeys' ends may be

Not very far apart。







TO ALFRED TENNYSON1883







Familiar with thy melody;

We go debating of its power;

As churls; who hear it hour by hour;

Contemn the skylark's minstrelsy …



As shepherds on a Highland lea

Think lightly of the heather flower

Which makes the moorland's purple dower;

As far away as eye can see。



Let churl or shepherd change his sky;

And labour in the city dark;

Where there is neither air nor room …

How often will the exile sigh

To hear again the unwearied lark;

And see the heather's lavish bloom!







ICHABOD







Gone is the glory from the hills;

The autumn sunshine from the mere;

Which mourns for the declining year

In all her tributary rills。



A sense of change obscurely chills

The misty twilight atmosphere;

In which familiar things appear

Like alien ghosts; foreboding ills。



The twilight hour a month ago

Was full of pleasant warmth and ease;

The pearl of all the twenty…four。

Erelong the winter gales shall blow;

Erelong the winter frosts shall freeze …

And oh; that it were June once more!







AT A HIGH CEREMONY







Not the proudest damsel here

Looks so well as doth my dear。

All the borrowed light of dress

Outshining not her loveliness;



A loveliness not born of art;

But growing outwards from her heart;

Illuminating all her face;

And filling all her form with grace。



Said I; of dress the borrowed light

Could rival not her beauty bright?

Yet; looking round; ‘tis truth to tell;

No damsel here is dressed so well。



Only in them the dress one sees;

Because more greatly it doth please

Than any other charm that's theirs;

Than all their manners; all their airs。



But dress in her; although indeed

It perfect be; we do not heed;

Because the face; the form; the air

Are all so gentle and so rare。







THE WASTED DAY







Another day let slip!  Its hours have run;

Its golden hours; with prodigal excess;

All run to waste。  A day of life the less;

Of many wasted days; alas; but one!



Through my west window streams the setting sun。

I kneel within my chamber; and confess

My sin and sorrow; filled with vain distress;

In place of honest joy for work well done。



At noon I passed some labourers in a field。

The sweat ran down upon each sunburnt face;

Which shone like copper in the ardent glow。

And one looked up; with envy unconcealed;

Beholding my cool cheeks and listless pace;

Yet he was happier; though he did not know。







INDOLENCE







Fain would I shake thee off; but weak am I

Thy strong solicitations to withstand。

Plenty of work lies ready to my hand;

Which rests irresolute; and lets it lie。



How can I work; when that seductive sky

Smiles through the window; beautiful and bland;

And seems to half entreat and half command

My presence out of doors beneath its eye?



Will not the air be fresh; the water blue;

The smell of beanfields; blowing to the shore;

Better than these poor drooping purchased flowers?

Good…bye; dull books!  Hot room; good…bye to you!

And think it strange if I return before

The sea grows purple in the evening hours。







DAWN SONG







I hear a twittering of birds;

And now they burst in song。

How sweet; although it wants the words!

It shall not want them long;

For I will set some to the note

Which bubbles from the thrush's throat。



O jewelled night; that reign'st on high;

Where is thy crescent moon?

Thy stars have faded from the sky;

The sun is coming soon。

The summer night is passed away;

Sing welcome to the summer day。







CAIRNSMILL DENTUNE:  ‘A ROVING'







As I; with hopeless love o'erthrown;

With love o'erthrown; with love o'erthrown;

And this is truth I tell;

As I; with hopeless love o'erthrown;

Was sadly walking all alone;



I met my love one morning

In Cairnsmill Den。

One morning; one morning;

One blue and blowy morning;

I met my love one morning

In Cairnsmill Den。



A dead bough broke within the wood

Within the wood; within the wood;

And this is truth I tell。

A dead bough broke within the wood;

And I looked up; and there she stood。



I asked what was it brought her there;

What brought her there; what brought her there;

And this is truth I tell。

I asked what was it brought her there。

Says she; ‘To pull the primrose fair。'



Says I; ‘Come; let me pull with you;

Along with you; along with you;'

And this is truth I tell。

Says I; ‘Come let me pull with you;

For one is not so good as two。'



But when at noon we climbed the hill;

We climbed the hill; we climbed the hill;

And this is truth I tell。

But when at noon we climbed the hill;

Her hands and mine were empty still。



And when we reached the top so high;

The top so high; the top so high;

And this is truth I tell。

And when we reached the top so high

Says I; ‘I'll kiss you; if I die!'



I kissed my love in Cairnsmill Den;

In Cairnsmill Den; in Cairnsmill Den;

And this is truth I tell。

I kissed my love in Cairnsmill Den;

And my love kissed me back again。



I met my love one morning

In Cairnsmill Den。

One morning; one morning;

One blue and blowy morning;

I met my love one morning

In Cairnsmill Den。







A LOST OPPORTUNITY







One dark; dark nightit was long ago;

The air was heavy and still and warm …

It fell to me and a man I know;

To see two girls to their father's farm。



There was little seeing; that I recall:

We seemed to grope in a cave profound。

They might have come by a painful fall;

Had we not helped them over the ground。



The girls were sisters。  Both were fair;

But mine was the fairer (so I say)。

The dark soon severed us; pair from pair;

And not long after we lost our way。



We wandered over the country…side;

And we frightened most of the sheep about;

And I do not think that we greatly tried;

Having lost our way; to find it out。



The night being fine; it was not worth while。

We strayed through furrow and corn and grass

We met with many a fence 

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