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| THE LAVEROCK loves the dewy light, | |
| The bee the balmy foxglove fair; | |
| The shepherd loves the glowing morn, | |
| When song and sunshine fill the air: | |
| But I love best the summer moon, | 5 |
| With all her stars, pure streaming still; | |
| For then, in light and love I meet | |
| The sweet lass of Gleneslan-mill. | |
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| The violets lay their blossoms low, | |
| Beneath her white foot, on the plain; | 10 |
| Their fragrant heads the lilies wave, | |
| Of her superior presence fain. | |
| O, might I clasp her to my heart, | |
| And of her ripe lips have my will! | |
| For loath to woo and long to win | 15 |
| Was she by green Gleneslan-mill. | |
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| Mute was the wind, soft fell the dew, | |
| O’er Blackwood brow bright glowed the moon; | |
| Rills murmured music, and the stars | |
| Refused to set our heads aboon: | 20 |
| Ye might have heard our beating hearts, | |
| Our mixing breaths,—all was so still, | |
| Till morning’s light shone on her locks,— | |
| Farewell, lass of Gleneslan-mill. | |
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| Wert thou an idol all of gold, | 25 |
| Had I the eye of worldish care, | |
| I could not think thee half so sweet, | |
| Look on thee so, or love thee mair. | |
| Till death’s cold dewdrop dim mine eye, | |
| This tongue be mute, this heart lie still,— | 30 |
| Thine every wish of joy and love, | |
| My lass of green Gleneslan-mill! | |
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