By that pure and lucid mind Go, thou vision, wildly gleaming, Charles Wolfe [1791-1823] LAST NIGHT I SAT with one I love last night, Last night we saw the stars arise, We paced along our favorite walk, Of old we used to smile and talk; ADIEU George Darley [1795-1846] LET time and chance combine, combine, Let time and chance combine; The fairest love from heaven above, That love of yours was mine, My dear, That love of yours was mine. Jeanie Morrison The past is fled and gone, and The past is fled and gone; 935 gone, If naught but pain to me remain, I'll fare in memory on, I'll fare in memory on. The saddest tears must fall, must fall, In weal or woe, in this world below, I love you ever and all. A long road full of pain, of pain, A long road full of pain; One soul, one heart, sworn he'er to part, We ne'er can meet again, My dear, We ne'er can meet again. Hard fate will not allow, allow, Hard fate will not allow; We blessed were as the angels are,— Adieu forever now, Adieu forever now. Thomas Carlyle (1795-1881] JEANIE MORRISON I'VE wandered east, I've wandered west, Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en, O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, 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' cheek, loof locked in loof, What our wee heads could think! When baith bent doun owre ae braid page, 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, How cheeks brent red wi' shame, Whene'er the schule-weans, laughin', said, 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 braes— The 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! When hinnied hopes around our hearts, Oh, mind ye, luve, how aft we left The simmer leaves hung owre our heads, The throssil whusslit in the wud, 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 That was a time, a blessèd time, When hearts were fresh and young, When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled-unsung! 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 937 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, 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] "WHAT WILL YOU DO, LOVE?" "WHAT will you do, love, when I am going The seas beyond What will you do, loye, when waves divide us, For being fond?" "Though waves divide us—and friends be chiding, In faith abiding, I'll still be true! And I'll pray for thee on the stormy ocean, In deep devotion That's what I'll do!" "What would you do, love, if distant tidings Thy fond confidings Should undermine?— And I abiding 'neath sultry skies, Should think other eyes Were as bright as thine?" |