r. f. murray-第15节

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I　could　not　live；　did　I　not　hear　A　voice　that　sings　the　day　to　be；　When　hitherward　a　ship　shall　steer；　To　bear　me　back　to　home　and　thee。

Oh；　when　at　last　that　day　shall　break　In　sunshine　on　the　dancing　sea；　It　will　be　brighter　for　the　sake　Of　my　return　to　home　and　thee！



FOR　SCOTLAND



Beyond　the　Cheviots　and　the　Tweed；　Beyond　the　Firth　of　Forth；　My　memory　returns　at　speed　To　Scotland　and　the　North。

For　still　I　keep；　and　ever　shall；　A　warm　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland；　Scotland；　Scotland；　A　warm　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland。

Oh；　cruel　off　St。　Andrew's　Bay　The　winds　are　wont　to　blow！　They　either　rest　or　gently　play；　When　there　in　dreams　I　go。

And　there　I　wander；　young　again；　With　limbs　that　do　not　tire；　Along　the　coast　to　Kittock's　Den；　With　whinbloom　all　afire。

I　climb　the　Spindle　Rock；　and　lie　And　take　my　doubtful　ease；　Between　the　ocean　and　the　sky；　Derided　by　the　breeze。

Where　coloured　mushrooms　thickly　grow；　Like　flowers　of　brittle　stalk；　To　haunted　Magus　Muir　I　go；　By　Lady　Catherine's　Walk。

In　dreams　the　year　I　linger　through；　In　that　familiar　town；　Where　all　the　youth　I　ever　knew；　Burned　up　and　flickered　down。

There's　not　a　rock　that　fronts　the　sea；　There's　not　an　inland　grove；　But　has　a　tale　to　tell　to　me　Of　friendship　or　of　love。

And　so　I　keep；　and　ever　shall；　The　best　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland；　Scotland；　Scotland；　The　best　place　in　my　heart　for　Scotland！



THE　HAUNTED　CHAMBER



Life　is　a　house　where　many　chambers　be；　And　all　the　doors　will　yield　to　him　who　tries；　Save　one；　whereof　men　say；　behind　it　lies　The　haunting　secret。　　He　who　keeps　the　key；

Keeps　it　securely；　smiles　perchance　to　see　The　eager　hands　stretched　out　to　clutch　the　prize；　Or　looks　with　pity　in　the　yearning　eyes；　And　is　half　moved　to　let　the　secret　free。

And　truly　some　at　every　hour　pass　through；　Pass　through；　and　tread　upon　that　solemn　floor；　Yet　come　not　back　to　tell　what　they　have　found。　We　will　not　importune；　as　others　do；　With　tears　and　cries；　the　keeper　of　the　door；　But　wait　till　our　appointed　hour　comes　round。



NIGHTFALL



Let　me　sleep。　　The　day　is　past；　And　the　folded　shadows　keep　Weary　mortals　safe　and　fast。　Let　me　sleep。

I　am　all　too　tired　to　weep　For　the　sunlight　of　the　Past　Sunk　within　the　drowning　deep。

Treasured　vanities　I　cast　In　an　unregarded　heap。　Time　has　given　rest　at　last。　Let　me　sleep。



IN　TIME　OF　SICKNESS



Lost　Youth；　come　back　again！　Laugh　at　weariness　and　pain。　Come　not　in　dreams；　but　come　in　truth；　Lost　Youth。

Sweetheart　of　long　ago；　Why　do　you　haunt　me　so？　Were　you　not　glad　to　part；　Sweetheart？

Still　Death；　that　draws　so　near；　Is　it　hope　you　bring；　or　fear？　Is　it　only　ease　of　breath；　Still　Death？



Footnotes：

｛1｝　　Mr。　Butler　lectures　on　Physics；　or；　as　it　is　called　in　Scotland；　Natural　Philosophy。




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