A-glisnèn to the moon.
Think how her girlhood met noo ceäre
To peäle the bloom her feäce did weär,
An' how her glossy temple prest
Her pillow down, in still-feäced rest,
While sheädes o' window bars did vall
In moonlight on the gloomy wall,
In cool-aïr'd nights o' June;
The while her lids, wi' bendèn streäks
O' lashes, met above her cheäks,