Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
Mary
By Maria Dorothea Ogilvy (1823–1895)H
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,
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!
Bright butterflies—sported the lang simmer day;
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
Adown the wild corries and craigs o’ Ben Dhu!
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.
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!