'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, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but O, mind ye how we hung our heads, And mind ye o' the Saturdays, (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran off to speel the braes,— The broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about- As ane by ane the thochts rush back O mornin' life! O mornin' luve! When hinnied hopes around our hearts O, mind ye, luve, how aft we left To wander by the green burnside, JEANIE MORRISON. The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The throssil whusslit in the wood, And on the knowe abune the burn Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed 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? O, tell me gin their music fills Thine ear as it does mine! O, say gin e'er your heart grows grit I've wandered east, I've wandered west, I've borne a weary lot; But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. 131 The fount that first burst frae this heart O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I die, Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O' bygane days and me! These poor eyes, you called, I ween, "Sweetest eyes, were ever seen. When I heard you sing that burden I but harkened that of yours, Only saying In heart-playing, "Blessed eyes mine eyes have been, If the sweetest HIS have seen !" Cold the sun shines down the door. If you stood there would you whisper "Love, I love you," as before,— Death pervading Now, and shading Eyes you sang of, that yestreen, Yes! I think, were you beside them, Though their beauty you denied them, Call them duly, For the love's sake found therein,"Sweetest eyes, were ever seen." And if you looked down upon them, Be as duly Love-transformed to beauty's sheen,— "Sweetest eyes, were ever seen." But, ah me! you only see me Go repeating, In your reverie serene, "Sweetest eyes, were ever seen." 133 While my spirit leans and reaches Come and show it! Come, of latest love, to glean O my poet, O my prophet, When you praised their sweetness so, Did you think in singing of it, That it might be near to go? Had you fancies From their glances, That the grave would quickly screen "Sweetest eyes, were ever seen?" No reply! The fountain's warble So my heart falls, with a moan, To this dying! Death forerunneth Love, to win "Sweetest eyes, were ever seen." Will you come, when I'm departed Love is over! Cry beneath the cypress green-— 66 Sweetest eyes, were ever seen!" |