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 AND THE SLAE. 13 XXIV. The Cherries hang aboon my head, Like twinkling rubies, round and red, Sae high up in the heugh : Whase shadows in the river shew As graithly glancing as they grew, On trembling twists and teugh ; Which bow'd through burden of the birth, Declining down their tops: Reflex of PHOEBUS in the Firth New colour'd all their knops ; With dancing, and glancing, In tyrles as dornick champ; Which streamed, and leamed, Through lightness of that lamp. XXV. With earnest eye, while I espy The fruit betwixt me and the sky, Half-gate almaist to heaven; The craig sae cumbersome to climb, The tree sae tall of growth and trim, As ony arrow even ; I call'd to mind how DAPHNE did Within the laurel shrink, When from APOLLO she her hid, A thousand times I think, That tree there, to me there, As he his laurel thoughts Aspyring, but tiring, To get that fruit I sought.