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Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908).  A Victorian Anthology, 1837–1895.  1895.
 
’T is Sair to Dream
 
Robert Gilfillan (1798–1850)
 
 
’T IS sair to dream o’ them we like,
  That waking we sall never see;
Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile
  My laddie in my sleep gave me!
I thought we sat beside the burn        5
  That wimples down the flowery glen,
Where, in our early days o’ love,
  We met that ne’er sall meet again!
 
The simmer sun sank ’neath the wave,
  And gladden’d, wi’ his parting ray,        10
The woodland wild and valley green,
  Fast fading into gloamin’ grey.
He talk’d of days o’ future joy,
  And yet my heart was haflins sair,
For when his eye it beam’d on me,        15
  A withering death-like glance was there!
 
I thought him dead, and then I thought
  That life was young and love was free,
For o’er our heads the mavis sang,
  And hameward hied the janty bee!        20
We pledged our love and plighted troth,
  But cauld, cauld was the kiss he gave,
When starting from my dream, I found
  His troth was plighted to the grave!
 
I canna weep, for hope is fled,        25
  And nought would do but silent mourn,
Were ’t no for dreams that should na come,
  To whisper back my love’s return;
’T is sair to dream o’ them we like,
  That waking we sall never see;        30
Yet, oh! how kindly was the smile
  My laddie in my sleep gave me!
 

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