She has her bit camsterie turns,
But just eneuch tae show that she
Is no a being that is made
O’ diff’rent clay tae you an’ me.
But that she’s no by-ord’nar wean
The neebors roon aboot agree,
And sae ye ken it is na just
Ma ain opeenion that I gie.
LOVE’S POWER
When you did leave me, love,
The whole world seem’d with you to ebb away,
And like a broken stranded wreck I lay.
But you returned; and lo!
A fresh tide thrill’d my life’s deserted shore;
And Love was conqueror over Death once more.
A JUNE MEMORY
’Twas June, the roses were reigning
In regalest splendour and pride.
Sweet peas, like butterflies tethered,
Were flutt’ring on every side.
Like smouldering fires the wallflowers
Burned dull in the sun’s strong glow,
And the yellow bees, like meteors,
Went flashing to and fro.
No lordly pleasaunce was it,
But an old-world garden wild,
Where purple-hooded pansies
And long-lashed daisies smiled.
And there in June we parted;
And the sad years hurtle by
Like birds whose wings are broken
When they just have learned to fly.