When the storm was proudest, And the wind was loudest, I heard the hollow caverns drinking down below; When the stars were bright, And the ground was white,...
Who lights the fire--that forth so gracefully And freely frolicketh the fairy smoke? Some pretty one who never felt the yoke-- Glad girl, or maiden more sedate than she. ...
Who would have thought that even an idle song Were such a holy and celestial thing That wickedness and envy cannot sing-- That music for no moment lives with wrong? I know this, for a very grievous throng,...
Win' that blaws the simmer plaid Ower the hie hill's shoothers laid, Green wi' gerse, an' reid wi' heather-- Welcome wi' yer sowl-like weather! Mony a win' there has been sent Oot aneth the firmament--...
I woke at midnight, and my heart, My beating heart, said this to me: Thou seest the moon, how calm and bright! The world is fair by day and night, But what is that to thee?...