WHEN STARS ARE IN THE QUIET Fu' soon I'll follow thee, my lassie, SKIES. WHEN stars are in the quiet skies, Then most I pine for thee; Bend on me then thy tender eyes, As stars look on the sea! For thoughts, like waves that glide by night, Are stillest when they shine; There is an hour when angels keep Familiar watch o'er men, When coarser souls are wrapt in sleep-- My thoughts of thee too sacred are EDWARD BULWER LYTTON, SHE'S GANE TO DWALL IN HEAVEN. SHE'S gane to dwall in heaven, my lassie, Fu' soon I'll follow thee; But took gudeness sel' wi' thee. I look'd on thy death-cold face, my lassie, I look'd on thy death-shut eye, my lassie, Thy lips were ruddy and calm, my lassie, There's naught but dust now mine, lassie, There's naught but dust now mine; My soul's wi' thee i' the cauld grave, An' why should I stay behin'? ALLAN CUNNINGHAM. SONNET. LET me not to the marriage of true minds That looks on tempests, and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. |