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The Nymph's Description of Her Fawn.
ITH sweetest milk and sugar, first
It wax'd more white and sweet than
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,
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;
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 locks were bleachéd white wi' time,
His hoary cheek was wet wi' tears!
"Ye scattered birds, that faintly sing,
Can gladness bring again to me.