It is for the thought of thee that sleep flies from me;
Great is the profit to me of thy parting kiss!
_Easy is my bed, &c_
`Dear to me are the boundaries of the forest;
Far from Creiff is my heart;
My remembrance is of the hillocks of sheep,
And the hath of many knolls.
Oh for the red-streaked fissures of the rock,
Where in spring time, the fawns leap;
Oh for the crags towards which the wind is blowing---
Cheap would be my bed to be there!
_Easy is my bed, &c_
``The following describes Rob's feelings on the first discovery
of his damsel's infidelity. The airs of both these pieces
are his own, and, the Highland ladies say, very beautiful.
`Heavy to me is the shieling, and the hum that is in it,
Since the ear that was wont to listen is now no more on the watch.
Where is Isabel, the courteous, the conversable, a sister in kindness?
Where is Anne, the slender-browed, the turret-breasted, whose glossy
hair pleased me when yet a boy?
_Heich! what an hour was my returning!
Pain such as that sunset brought, what availeth me to tell it?_
`I traversed the fold, and upward among the trees---
Each place, far and near, wherein I was wont to salute my love.
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