IV. I ask nae fading flowers o' earth to deck my clay-cauld breast; A weary warld I leave behind, an' go unto my rest, A weary warld, wherein my heart grew auld before its time, And life's sweet flowers, frae aff my breast, fell, withered in their prime. V. An' strike nae mournfu' harp for me, when life hath frae me fled, A voice sae sweet aboon my rest would wake me frae the dead; An' I would sleep a soun', soun' sleep, an' never dree the pain To hear anither wake the harp I ne'er may strike again. VI. Then never weep when I am gane, nor sigh to hear my name, But fauld my arms upo' my breast, an' bear me to my hame; An' yonder by the wide, wide sea, oh, lay me cauld an' low, That saftly ower my gowden hair the bonnie waves may flow. LET other bards their homage pay To hymn a less immortal Nine ! With goddesses too fine for earth, Whose simple music ever drew Its source from spells of lowlier birth? CAMPBELL. II. A wild, Æolian lute, whose strings, Its breeze-like impulse o'er my heart; Where prouder strains might fail to move; III. In years long past, when life was new, And I have learned those hues to mourn IV. The smiles that lit my path of yore, Worthier a poet's fame and you! V. The buoyant pulse-ingenuous glee- Which tinges every thing we see, And makes our youth one blessed dream, A summer day, of deep delight, When not a threatening cloud is near, When all is beauty to the sight, And all is music to the ear! E VI. And such my life, when Hope was young, Their glories on my lonely way. Inspired by you, my gentlest Nine! Fresh from the fount of feeling burst The songs that wreathed your names with mine! VII. Ye, too, are changed: the gamesome child, And charmed me with her winning ways, Is now a child no more; but moves But not the smiles she used to wear. VIII. And ye, o'erstepping then the bound 'Twixt girlhood's bloom and woman's beauty, Whose hearts the hallowed bliss have found Of matron love and matron duty, Long o'er your happy circles reign, And watch love's budding flowers unfold; But never can you be again The gladsome band you were of old! |