Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Ben Dhu | | Mary | | Maria Dorothea Ogilvy (1823–1895) |
| | | HOW saft sink the shadows when day, disappearing | |
| Behind yon gray mountain, bids Tarland adieu! | |
| While clouds to the western horizon are steering, | |
| And sunset’s bright glories yet linger in view. | |
| O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming, | 5 |
| The cantie bit lassie that dearly I lo’e; | |
| O, fair fa’ the gloaming, where torrents are foaming | |
| Adown the steep rocks on the braes o’ Ben Dhu! | |
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| She treads the rich clover, where each painted rover— | |
| Bright butterflies—sported the lang simmer day; | 10 |
| She plucks the red brier rose—the woodbine its lover, | |
| And twines her dark locks wi’ the white-blossomed May. | |
| O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming | |
| Mid braw luckan gowans and harebells sae blue; | |
| O, fair fa’ the gloaming, where torrents are foaming | 15 |
| Adown the wild corries and craigs o’ Ben Dhu! | |
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| Amang the rough copsewood, across the green paling, | |
| Through meadow-sweet, fair as the pearl-bosomed spray, | |
| Where birches in tears are their fragrance exhaling, | |
| As light as the roe-deer she bounds on her way. | 20 |
| O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming, | |
| Sae winsome and bonnie, sae gentle and true; | |
| My steps fly to meet her, and soon shall I greet her,— | |
| The joy of my fond heart! the pride of Ben Dhu! | | | | |
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