I had oâ€™ ither days,
Â Â A sinless dream oâ€™ joy;
It came like sunshine oâ€™er a clud,
Â Â Lifeâ€™s dark spots to destroy.
It came when I was sick at heart,
Â Â And sleepless was mine eâ€™e,
When luve was fause, and wily tongue
Turnâ€™d frienâ€™ to enemie.
I thought a saft hanâ€™ lay in mine,
Â Â A smaâ€™ waist in my arm,
A wee heart beating, throbbing fast,
Â Â Wiâ€™ luve anâ€™ life bluid-warm.
A dreamy spell lay on our lips,
Â Â A luve-band round our hearts;
But, as by magic, her blue eâ€™en
Â Â Tauld ilk thocht that did start.
In quiet streams Iâ€™ve seen fair flowâ€™rs,
Â Â Hid â€˜neath the bank they grew;
Sae in her deep blue eâ€™en I read
Â Â Flowâ€™r-.thochts oâ€™ various hue.
â€œO dinna luik sae kind, Willie,
Â Â Or else wiâ€™ joy Iâ€™ll dee,
Anâ€™ dinna read my heart, Willie,
Â Â Wiâ€™ thae lang luiks oâ€™ your eye.
A maidenâ€™s heart should be, Willie,
Â Â A sacred thing to men;
Its workinâ€™s in an hour oâ€™ joy
Â Â Man-body neâ€™er can ken.
The flowâ€™r that in the shade wad leeve,
Â Â Will wither in the sunâ€”
Anâ€™ joy may work on maiden heart
Â Â What grief wad neâ€™er haâ€™e dune.â€
The marrinâ€™ oâ€™ a melody,
Â Â The stoppinâ€™ oâ€™ a stream,
A sudden lapse in sunny licht,
Â Â The burstinâ€™ oâ€™ a dream!
.Â Â Â Â .Â Â Â Â .Â Â Â Â .Â Â Â Â .
I wokeâ€”and on my glassy eâ€™en
Â Â The paley morn-beams shone,â€”
â€œSpeak on,â€ I cried, â€œspeak on,â€ but lo!
The weel-kent voice was gone.