Anonymous ( Неизвестный автор)

Glashen-Glora

’T IS sweet in midnight solitude,
When the voice of man lies hushed, subdued,
To hear thy mountain voice so rude,
        Break silence, Glashen-Glora!

I love to see thy foaming stream
Dashed sparkling in the bright moonbeam;
For then of happier days I dream,
        Spent near thee, Glashen-Glora!

I see the holly and the yew
Still shading thee, as then they grew;
But there ’s a form meets not my view,
        As once, near Glashen-Glora.

Thou gayly, brightly, sparklest on,
Wreathing thy dimples round each stone;
But the bright eye that on thee shone
        Lies quenched, wild Glashen-Glora!

Still rush thee on, thou brawling brook;
Though on broad rivers I may look
In other lands, thy lonesome nook,—
        I ’ll think on Glashen-Glora!

When I am low, laid in the grave,
Thou still wilt sparkle, dash, and rave
Seaward, till thou becom’st a wave
        Of ocean, Glashen-Glora!

Thy course and mine alike have been
Both restless, rocky, seldom green,—
There rolls for me, beyond this scene,
        An ocean, Glashen-Glora!

And when my span of life ’s gone by,
O, if past spirits back can fly,
I ’ll often ride the night-wind’s sigh,
        That ’s breathed o’er Glashen-Glora!

1. Gathering of Atholl
2. Lord Strafford’s Meditations in the Tower
3. The Bells of Fletching
4. Scornfu' Nancy
5. Were Ye at the Pier o’ Leith?

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1660

Последние стихотворения

To English version