Breathe up at the window, or call at the door,
An' tell you've a-voun' me a-thinkèn o' hwome.
GRENLEY WATER.
The sheädeless darkness o' the night
Can never blind my mem'ry's zight;
An' in the storm, my fancy's eyes
Can look upon their own blue skies.
The laggèn moon mid faïl to rise,
But when the daylight's blue an' green