Kilmeny of the Orchard
To my cousin
Beatrice A. McIntyre
is affectionately dedicated
"Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
As still was her look, and as still was her ee,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.
For there was no pride nor passion there;
And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;
And her voice like the distant melodye
That floats along the twilight sea."
—The Queen's Wake