Was bent that night.
Whyles owre a linn the burnie plays, Waterfall
As thro' the glen it wimpled; wound
Whyles round a rocky scaur it strays; ledge
Whyles in a wiel it dimpled; eddy
Whyles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
Wi' bickering, dancing dazzle;
Whyles cookit underneath the braes, peeped
Below the spreading hazel,