Outspoke the bardy Highland wight It is not for your silver bright; And by my word! the bonny bird So, though the waves are raging white, 'I'll row you o'er the ferry.' By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, Oh haste thee, haste! the lady cries, Though tempests round us gather; 'I'll meet the raging of the skies: 'But not an angry father.' The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When oh! too strong for human hand, The tempest gather'd o'er her. *The evil spirit of the waters. And stil! they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, His wrath was chang'd to wailing For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade His child he did discover': One lovely hand she stretch'd for aid, And one was round her lover. Come back! come back!' he cried in grief, Across this stormy water: And I'll forgive your Highland chief, 'My daughter!-oh my daughter!' "Twas vain: the loud waves lash'd the shore, Return or aid preventing: The waters wild went o'er his child- And be was left lamenting. LINES ON THE GRAVE OF A SUICIDE. By strangers left upon a lonely shore, Unknown, unhonour'd, was the friendless dead: Launch on that water by the witches' tow'r, They dread to meet thee, poor unfortunate! To feel the stepdame buffetings of fate, In thy devoted bosom-and the hand That smote its kindred heart, might yet be prone To deeds of mercy. Who may understand Thy many woes, poor suicide, unknown?— He who thy being gave shall judge of thee alone. ODE TO WINTER. WHEN first the fiery-mantled sun His heavenly race began to run, is children four the Seasons flew. First, in green apparel dancing, The young Spring smil'd with angel grace; Rosy Summer next advancing, Rush'd into her sire's embrace : Her bright-hair'd sire, who bade her keep On Calpe's olive-shaded steep, On India's citron-cover'd isles: More remote and buxom-brown, The Queen of vintage bow'd before his throne; A rich pomegranate gemm'd her crown, A ripe sheaf bound her zone. But howling Winter fled afar, To hills that prop the polar star, With barren darkness by his side. |