Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Allan Water | | By Allan Stream I Chanced to Rove | | Robert Burns (1759–1796) |
| | | BY Allan stream I chanced to rove, | |
| While Phœbus sank beyond Benledi; | |
| The winds were whispering through the grove, | |
| The yellow corn was waving ready. | |
| I listened to a lover’s sang, | 5 |
| And thought on youthfu’ pleasures monie; | |
| And aye the wild-wood echoes rang,— | |
| O, dearly do I love thee, Annie! | |
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| O, happy be the woodbine bower, | |
| Nae nightly bogle make it eerie; | 10 |
| Nor ever sorrow stain the hour, | |
| The place and time I met my dearie! | |
| Her head upon my throbbing breast, | |
| She, sinking, said, “I ’m thine forever!” | |
| While monie a kiss the seal imprest, | 15 |
| The sacred vow, we ne’er should sever. | |
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| The haunt o’ Spring ’s the primrose brae; | |
| The Simmer joys the flocks to follow; | |
| How cheery through her shortening day | |
| Is Autumn in her weeds o’ yellow! | 20 |
| But can they melt the glowing heart, | |
| Or chain the soul in speechless pleasure? | |
| Or through each nerve the rapture dart, | |
| Like meeting her, our bosom’s treasure? | | | | |
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