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A Night Vision.
Lucina shyning in silence of the nicht;
The hevin being all full of starris bricht;
To bed 1 went, bot there I tuke no rest,
With hcvy thocht I was so sair oppressed,
That sair I langit after dayis licht.
Of fortoun I complainit hevely,
That echo to me stude so contrarously;
And at the last, quhen I had tumyt oft
For werines, on me ane slummer soft
Came, with ane dretning and a fantesy.
I had a vision in the depth of night—
A dream of glory—one long thrill of gladness—
A thing of strangest meaning and delight;
And yet upon my heart there came such sadness
And dim forebodings of my after years,
That I awoke in sorrow and in tears!
There stood revealed before me a bright maid.
Clad in a white silk tunic, which displayed
The beautiful proportions of her frame;
And she did call upon me by my name—
