Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
A Vision
By Robert Burns (17591796)A
Where the wa’-flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care,
The stars they shot alang the sky;
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant-echoing glens reply.
Was rushing by the ruined wa’s,
Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
Whase distant roaring swells and fa’s.
Her lights, wi’ hissing, eerie din;
Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like fortune’s favors, tint as win.
And by the moonbeam shook to see
A stern and stalwart ghaist arise,
Attired as minstrels wont to be.
His darin’ look had daunted me;
And on his bonnet graved was plain,
The sacred posy,—Libertie!
Might roused the slumbering dead to hear;
But O, it was a tale of woe,
As ever met a Briton’s ear!
He weeping wailed his latter times;
But what he said it was nae play,
I winna ventur ’t in my rhymes.