Blown fields or flowerful closes, If I were what the words are, That get sweet rain at noon; And love were like the tune. If you were life, my darling, And I, your love, were death, We'd shine and snow together, Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling And hours of fruitful breath; If you were life, my darling, And I, your love, were death. If you were thrall to sorrow, And laughs of maid and boy; If you were April's lady, And I were lord in May, We'd throw with leaves for hours, And draw for days with flowers, WEARIE'S WELL. Till day like night were shady, And I were lord in May. If you were queen of pleasure, ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE. 23 Wearie's Well. N a saft simmer gloamin', In yon dowie dell, It was there we twa first met, And looked in the burn, But sidelang we looked on Ilk ither in turn. The corn-craik was chirming His sad eerie cry, And the wee stars were dreaming The burn babbled freely Its love to ilk flower, But we heard and we saw nought LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS. Love is like a Dizziness. LATELY lived in quiet ease, An' never wish'd to marry, O! She has trepann'd me fairly, O! Love is like a dizziness, To tell my feats this single week, Ae morning, by the dawn o' day, I wrought that morning out an' out, Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget, The dear, the lovely blinkin' o't Has pierced me through an' through the heart, 25 I tried to sing, I tried to pray, I tried to drown 't wi' drinkin' o't, Nae man can tell what pains I prove, Love is like a dizziness, It winna let a poor body Gang about his business! JAMES HOGG. Ꮐ The Courtin'. OD makes sech nights, all white an' still Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill, All silence an' all glisten. Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown, A fireplace filled the room's one side With half a cord o' wood in, There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) |