SAE flaxen were her ringlets, Twa laughing een o' bonny blue. Wad mak a wretch forget his woe; Unto these rosy lips to grow! Like harmony her motion; Wad mak a saint forget the sky. Her faultless form and gracefu' air ; Ilk feature-auld Nature Declared that she could do nae mair. By conquering beauty's sovereign law; Let others love the city And gaudy show at sunny noon; Gie me the lonely valley, The dewy eve, and rising moon; Fair beaming and streaming, Her silver light the boughs amang; While falling, recalling, The amorous thrush concludes his sang; There, dearest Chloris, wilt thou rove "HAVING been out in the country dining with a friend," (Mr. Lorimer of Kemmis Hall,) says the poet in a letter to Thomson, "I met with a lady, [Mrs. Whelpdale-the Chloris of the preceding and three following songs,] and as usual got into song, and on returning home composed the following:" SLEEP'ST thou, or wakest thou, fairest creature? Numbering ilka bud which nature Wild nature's tenants, freely, gladly, stray; Chants o'er the breathing flower; The laverock to the sky Ascends wi' sangs o' joy, While the sun and thou arise to bless the day. Phoebus, gilding the brow o' morning, With startless gloom o'ercast my sullen sky; 'Tis then I wake to life, to light, and joy. CHLORIS. THE poet says:-"Having been on a visit the other day to my fair Chloris— that is the poetic name of the lovely goddess of my inspiration-she suggested an idea, which, on my return home, I wrought into the following song: The princely revel may survey The shepherd in the flowery glen These wild-wood flowers I've pu'd, to deck The courtier's gems may witness love- TO CHLORIS. THE following lines, says the poet, were "written on the blank leaf of a copy of the last edition of my poems, and presented to the lady whom, with the most ardent sentiments of real friendship, I have so often sung under the name of Chloris:"- "TIS Friendship's pledge, my young, fair friend, Nor thou the gift refuse, Nor with unwilling ear attend The moralising Muse. Since thou, in all thy youth and charms, Must bid the world adieu, (A world 'gainst peace in constant arms,) Since thy gay morn of life o'ercast, (And ne'er misfortune's eastern blast Did nip a fairer flower ;) Since life's gay scenes must charm no more, Still nobler wealth hast thou in store- Thine is the self-approving glow The joys refined of sense and taste, AH, CHLORIS ! Tune-"Major Graham." AI, Chloris! since it mayna be Although I love my Chloris mair Though a' my daily care thou art, I'll hide the struggle in my heart, SAW YE MY PHELY? Tune-"When she cam ben she bobbit." OH, saw ye my dear, my Phely? Oh, saw ye my dear, my Phely? She's down i' the grove, she's wi' a new love, She winna come hame to her Willy. What says she, my dearest, my Phely? Oh, had I ne'er seen thee, my Phely! HOW LONG AND DREARY IS THE NIGHT! To a Gaelic Air. How long and dreary is the night, When I think on the happy days And now what lands between us lie, How slow ye move, ye heavy hours, IMPROVED VERSION. Tune-"Cauld Kail in Aberdeen." How long and dreary is the night, For oh! her lanely nights are lang; When I think on the lightsome days How slow ye move, ye heavy hours! It wasna sae ye glinted by, 1 Lonely. |