HILLS O’ MY HEART.
The bloom of night lay on the hills,
Lay on the hills o’ my heart,
When a white star came as on wings of light,
And my soul grew warm,
And my soul grew bright,
With a wild-sweet wonder of yesterday,
Mid a valley green, but it would not stay,
For the bloom of night lay on the hills,
Lay on the hills o’ my heart.