The blossoms of to-morrow!”
[THE NEST IN THE HEATHER]
(In Scotland it was an old custom for the young people on Easter morning to hunt for eggs of the wild fowl)
Oh, fine it is at Easter
To hunt the wild fowl’s nest!
A rush o’ wings—a feather
From aff a broodin’ breast—
A twinkle o’ the heather—
An’ weel ye ken the rest!
Before we’ve ta’en a dewbit,