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Won't you help support DayPoems? The Blind Boy's PranksBy William Thom1798-1848MEN grew sae cauld, maids sae unkind, Love kentna whaur to stay: Wi' fient an arrow, bow, or string-- Wi' droopin' heart an' drizzled wing, He faught his lonely way. 'Is there nae mair in Garioch fair Ae spotless hame for me? Hae politics an' corn an' kye Ilk bosom stappit? Fie, O fie! I'll swithe me o'er the sea.' He launch'd a leaf o' jessamine, On whilk he daur'd to swim, An' pillow'd his head on a wee rosebud, Syne laithfu', lanely, Love 'gan scud Down Ury's waefu' stream. The birds sang bonnie as Love drew near, But dowie when he gaed by; Till lull'd wi' the sough o' monie a sang, He sleepit fu' soun' and sail'd alang 'Neath Heaven's gowden sky. 'Twas just whaur creeping Ury greets Its mountain cousin Don, There wander'd forth a weelfaur'd dame, Wha listless gazed on the bonnie stream, As it flirted an' play'd with a sunny beam That flicker'd its bosom upon. Love happit his head, I trow, that time The jessamine bark drew nigh, The lassie espied the wee rosebud, An' aye her heart gae thud for thud, An' quiet it wadna lie. 'O gin I but had yon wearie wee flower That floats on the Ury sae fair!'-- She lootit her hand for the silly rose-leaf, But little wist she o' the pawkie thief That was lurkin' an' laughin' there! Love glower'd when he saw her bonnie dark e'e, An' swore by Heaven's grace He ne'er had seen nor thought to see, Since e'er he left the Paphian lea, Sae lovely a dwallin'-place. Syne first of a' in her blythesome breast He built a bower, I ween; An' what did the waefu' devilick neist? But kindled a gleam like the rosy east, That sparkled frae baith her e'en. An' then beneath ilk high e'e-bree He placed a quiver there; His bow? What but her shinin' brow? An' O sic deadly strings he drew Frae out her silken hair! Guid be our guard! Sic deeds waur deen Roun' a' our countrie then; An' monie a hangin' lug was seen 'Mang farmers fat, an' lawyers lean, An' herds o' common men! DayPoems Poem No. 607 Comment on DayPoems? If you are like us, you have strong feelings about poetry, and about each poem you read. Let it all out! Comment on this poem, any poem, DayPoems, other poetry places or the art of poetry at DayPoems Feedback. Won't you help support DayPoems? Click here to learn more about how you can keep DayPoems on the Web . . . Copyright The DayPoems web site, www.daypoems.net, is copyright 2001-2005 by Timothy K. Bovee. All rights reserved. The authors of poetry and other material appearing on DayPoems retain full rights to their work. Any requests for publication in other venues must be negotiated separately with the authors. The editor of DayPoems will gladly assist in putting interested parties in contact with the authors. |
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