She's gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie..
She sits amid her orange-trees.
She smiles and smiles, and will not sigh..
She stood alone amidst the April fields..
She stood breast high amid the corn...
She stood in the harvest-field at noon..
She walks in beauty, like the night
She wanders up and down the main.
She was a phantom of delight...
She wearies with an ill unknown.
Silent nymph, with curious eye!..
Sitting all day in a silver mist...
Slave of the dark and dirty mine!
Slayer of winter, art thou here again?.
Sleep on, my love, in thy cold bed
The midges dance aboon the burn...
Sleep, sleep to-day, tormenting cares.
Slowly, by God's hand unfurled
Snow was glistening on the mountains, but
the air was that of June....
There is no flock, however watched and
tended....