For soon he cam to understand What ithers to their sorrow fand *. Sic jillet as my ain dear. Already he'd some wee bit wifies, Frae wham he'd learnt what married life is Whare jealousy, fou' bogle, rife is Sae he gi'ed owre my ain dear. He'd tribble sair to keep his leddies She wad ha'e dri'en him crazed frae Hades- Sae Death is gaen this mony a day, That I ha'e little sense to stay: What says to that my ain dear? But, gin I've no the wit to flee, Maun thretty-twa gae shares wi' me? * Found. + Such a jilt. Goblin. She has na said a word at a'; Ah weel! my flight's na yet begun; Till brent, the fire I winna shun; What's na yet lost may yet be wonThe heart's-lo'e o' my ain dear. 1872. AFTER PARTING. AND so the last, last kiss is taken, Rise up before his sleep-bound eye; From where our buried Love doth lie. Ah! does he sleep? Does not one ember Can aught that shall be quite eclipse That which has been? O sweet, can I Hearken that name upon men's lips With never a care and never a sigh? Will my sad shadow holely vanish One memory can you holely banish? When long years fail, and when you hold Sweet children's children on your knee, If, wandering through some happy haven Where rest from life's rude seas the dead, You mark perchance the letters graven That point where I have laid my head— Yes, then of days long, long past by One little word the tale shall tell One prayer, soft struggling with a sigh, "Heaven rest his soul-he loved me well." 1872. |