The young deer cower in lonely place
Deep in his flowery den;

But what is like the bonnie face
That smiles in yonder glen?

There's beauty in the violet's vest,
There's hinny in the haw,

There's dew within the rose's breast,
The sweetest o' them a'.

The sun may rise and set again,

And lace wi' burning gowd the main,
The rainbow bend out ow're the plain

Sae lovely to the ken;

But there's naething like my bonnie thing
That wons in yonder glen.

JAMES HOGG.

LXXXI

HARK! hark! the lark at heaven's gate sings,

And Phoebus 'gins arise,

His steeds to water at those springs

On chaliced flowers that lies;

And winking Mary-buds begin
To ope their golden eyes:
With everything that pretty bin,
My lady sweet, arise;

Arise, arise.

WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE.

LXXXII

SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove;

A maid whom there were few to praise,
And very few to love.

A violet by a mossy stone
Half-hidden from the eye!
Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know

When Lucy ceased to be;

But she is in her grave, and, oh,

The difference to me!

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

LXXXIII

THE WOODLARK

O STAY, Sweet warbling woodlark, stay,
Nor quit for me the trembling spray :
A hapless lover courts thy lay,

Thy soothing, fond complaining.

Again, again that tender part,
That I may catch thy melting art!
For surely that wad touch her heart,
Wha kills me wi' disdaining.

Say, was thy little mate unkind,
And heard thee as the careless wind?
Oh, nocht but love and sorrow joined
Sic notes o' wae could wauken.

Thou tells o' never-ending care,
O' speechless grief and dark despair;
For pity's sake, sweet bird, nae mair!
Or my poor heart is broken.

ROBERT BUrns.

I

LXXXIV

A WILD ROSE

THE first wild rose in wayside hedge,
This year I wandering see,

I pluck, and send it as a pledge,
My own Wild Rose, to thee.

For when my gaze first met thy gaze,
We were knee-deep in June:
The nights were only dreamier days,
And all the hours in tune.

I found thee, like the eglantine,
Sweet, simple, and apart;

And, from that hour, thy smile hath been
The flower that scents my heart.

And, ever since, when tendrils grace
Young copse or weathered bole
With rosebuds, straight I see thy face,
And gaze into thy soul.

A natural bud of love thou art,
Where, gazing down, I view,
Deep hidden in thy fragrant heart,
A drop of heavenly dew.

Go, wild rose, to my Wild Rose dear;
Bid her come swift and soon.

O would that She were always here!

It then were always June.

ALFRED AUSTIN,

LXXXV

WHEN THE KYE COMES HAME

COME all ye jolly shepherds

That whistle through the glen,

I'll tell ye of a secret

That courtiers dinna ken:

What is the greatest bliss

That the tongue o' man can name?

'Tis to woo a bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame,
When the kye comes hame,
'Tween the gloaming and the mirk
When the kye comes hame.

'Tis not beneath the coronet,
Nor canopy of state,
'Tis not on couch of velvet,
Nor arbour of the great--
'Tis beneath the spreading birk,
In the glen without the name,
Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie
When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame, etc.

There the blackbird bigs his nest
For the mate he loes to see,

And on the topmost bough,
O, a happy bird is he;

Where he pours his melting ditty

And love is a' the theme, And he'll woo his bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame, etc.

When the blewart bears a pearl,
And the daisy turns a pea,
And the bonny lucken gowan
Has fauldit up her ee,

Then the laverock frae the blue lift

Drops down, an' thinks nae shame

To woo his bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame, etc.

See yonder pawkie shepherd,

That lingers on the hill,

His ewes are in the fauld,

An' his lambs are lying still;

Yet he downa gang to bed,
For his heart is in a flame,

To meet his bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame, etc.

When the little wee bit heart
Rises high in the breast,
An' the little wee bit starn
Rises red in the east,
O there's a joy sae dear,

That the heart can hardly frame,

Wi' a bonny, bonny lassie

When the kye comes hame.

When the kye comes hame, etc.

Then since all nature joins
In this love without alloy,
Ọ, wha would prove a traitor
To Nature's dearest joy?
Or wha would choose a crown,
Wi' its perils and its fame,