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POEMS.
The king of birds bereft of flight
And freedom of the air and light!
And freedom of the air and light!
What though the garden's rich perfume
Lifts all the landscape out of gloom?
Lifts all the landscape out of gloom?
Thou mark'st not all this bright array,
The peerless roses, flow'rets gay.
The peerless roses, flow'rets gay.
The pansies blowing fair and free
And lilies, what are they to thee?
And lilies, what are they to thee?
Within thy fierce and wild dark eye
A homesick thought doth seem to lie,
A homesick thought doth seem to lie,
And in the vision of thy breast
Imprinted is the mountain crest,
Imprinted is the mountain crest,
Thine eyrie home, all grim and hoar,
Where the loud surges evermore
Where the loud surges evermore
Beat in a savage tumult o'er
The turbulent waves of that wild shore.
The turbulent waves of that wild shore.
The world-worn rocks thou lov'dst, still lie
Open to earth and air and sky.
Open to earth and air and sky.
Once bonnie Scotland, proud and free,
Owned thee the monarch of the sea.
Owned thee the monarch of the sea.
And still, methinks, upon thine ear
The waves' loud music thou canst hear,
The waves' loud music thou canst hear,
The whirling foam that loved to break,
And o'er thee in a whirlwind shake.
And o'er thee in a whirlwind shake.
