JAMIE'S ON THE STORMY SEA. "Into the depths of thy dreamy eyes peering, Watching thy lips for some shadowy sign, Trembling in doubt betwixt hoping and fearing, Stands my poor soul and appeals unto thine. Barren as sea-sand is every ambition Pride proves of clay when its feet are revealed; Only affection brings joy's full fruition— O love that will triumph! O life that must yield !” 127 EDWIN R. JOHNSON. Jamie's on the Stormy Sea. RE the twilight bat was flitting, ER In the sunset, at her knitting, Curfew bells remotely ringing, "Jamie 's on the stormy sea. "Blow, thou west wind, blandly hover To his own dear home and me; For when night-winds rend the willow, How could I but list, but linger And while yet her voice did name me, ANONYMOUS. Go, Forget Me. Go, forget me-why should sorrow O'er that brow a shadow fling? Go, forget me—and to-morrow Brightly smile and sweetly sing. Smile-though I shall not be near thee: Sing-though I shall never hear thee: May thy soul with pleasure shine, Lasting as the gloom of mine. Like the sun, thy presence glowing, Earthly things were too refined. I'V Through mony a weary way; But never, never can forget The luve o' life's young day! The fire that's blawn on Beltane e'en May weel be black gin Yule; O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, The thochts o' bygane years Still fling their shadows ower my path, As memory idly sumnions up The blithe blinks o' langsyne. 'T was then we luvit ilk ither weel, 'T was then we twa did part; Sweet time--sad time! twa bairns at scule, Twa bairns, and but ae heart! 'Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear; And tones and looks and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. I wonder, Jeanie, aften yet, When sitting on that bink, Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, Wi' ae buik on our knee, Thy lips were on thy lesson, but O, mind ye how we hung our heads, We cleeked thegither hame? (The scule then skail't at noon,) When we ran off to speel the braes,— The broomy braes o' June? My head rins round and round about— As ane by ane the thochts rush back O mornin' life! O mornin' luve! O, mind ye, luve, how aft we left To wander by the green burnside, JEANIE MORRISON. The simmer leaves hung ower our heads, The flowers burst round our feet, And in the gloamin o' the wood The throssil whusslit sweet; The throssil whusslit in the wood, And on the knowe abune the burn In the silentness o' joy, till baith Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed time, When hearts were fresh and young, When freely gushed all feelings forth, Unsyllabled-unsung! I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, As closely twined wi' earliest thochts As ye hae been to me? O, tell me gin their music fills Thine ear as it does mine! O, say gin e'er your heart grows grit I've wandered east, I've wandered west, But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. 131 |