The Nymph's Description of Her Fawn. first ITH sweetest milk and sugar, It wax'd more white and sweet than they, It had so sweet a breath! and oft I blush'd to see its foot more soft, And white, shall I say? than my hand Than any lady's of the land. It was a wondrous thing how fleet I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness; And all the spring-time of the year Among the beds of lilies I Have sought it oft, where it should lie ; Find it although before mine eyes; Lament for James, Earl of Glencairn. HE wind blew hollow frae the hills, That waved o'er Lugar's winding stream: Laden with years and meikle pain, In loud lament bewailed his lord, Whom death had all untimely ta'en. He leaned him to an ancient aik, Whose trunk was mouldering down with years; His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears! "Ye scattered birds, that faintly sing, Can gladness bring again to me. |