Page:Ambarvalia - Clough (1849).djvu/66



Farewell, my Highland lassie! when the year returns around, Be it Greece, or be it Norway, where my vagrant feet are found, I shall call to mind the place, I shall call to mind the day, The day that 's gone for ever, and the glen that 's far away; I shall mind me, be it Rhine or Rhone, Italian land or France, Of the laughings, and the whispers, of the pipings and the dance; I shall see thy soft brown eyes dilate to wakening woman thought, And whiter still the white cheek grow to which the blush was brought; And oh, with mine commixing I thy breath of life shall feel, And clasp the shyly passive hands in joyous Highland reel;