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Poetry.
POETRY .
'TIS SAIR TO DREAM . ' Tis sair to dream o' them we like , That waking we sail never see ; Yet , oh ! how kindly was the smile
My laddie in my sleep gave me!—I thought we sat beside the burn That wimples down the flowery glen , Where , in our early days o' love , We met , that ne ' er sail meet again ! The simmer sun sank ' neath the wave ,
And gladdened wi' his parting ray , The woodland wild and valley green Fast fading into gloamin' grey ! He talk'd of days o' future joy , And yet my heart was haflins sair , For when his eye it beamed on me , A withering death-like glance was there !
I thought him dead , and then I thought , That life was young and love was free , For o ' er our heads the mavis sang , And hameward hied the janty bee ! — We pledged our love and plighted troth , But cauld , cauld was the kiss he gave ,
When starting from my dream , I found His troth was plighted to the grave I I canna weep , for hope is fled , And nought would do but silent mourn , Were ' t no for dreams that should na come , To whisper back my love ' s return ;
' Tis sair to dream o' them we like , That waking we sail never see , Yet , oh ! how kindly was the smile My laddie in my sleep gave me . ' R . GILFILLAN .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Poetry.
POETRY .
'TIS SAIR TO DREAM . ' Tis sair to dream o' them we like , That waking we sail never see ; Yet , oh ! how kindly was the smile
My laddie in my sleep gave me!—I thought we sat beside the burn That wimples down the flowery glen , Where , in our early days o' love , We met , that ne ' er sail meet again ! The simmer sun sank ' neath the wave ,
And gladdened wi' his parting ray , The woodland wild and valley green Fast fading into gloamin' grey ! He talk'd of days o' future joy , And yet my heart was haflins sair , For when his eye it beamed on me , A withering death-like glance was there !
I thought him dead , and then I thought , That life was young and love was free , For o ' er our heads the mavis sang , And hameward hied the janty bee ! — We pledged our love and plighted troth , But cauld , cauld was the kiss he gave ,
When starting from my dream , I found His troth was plighted to the grave I I canna weep , for hope is fled , And nought would do but silent mourn , Were ' t no for dreams that should na come , To whisper back my love ' s return ;
' Tis sair to dream o' them we like , That waking we sail never see , Yet , oh ! how kindly was the smile My laddie in my sleep gave me . ' R . GILFILLAN .