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As I stood by yon roofless tower,
 * Where the wa’-flower scents the dewy air;

Where th’ howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
 * And tells the midnight moon her care.

The winds were laid, the air was still,
 * The stars they shot alang the sky;

The fox was howling on the hill,
 * And the distant echoing glens reply.

The stream adown its hazzely path,
 * Was rushing by the ruin’d wa’s;

Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
 * Whose distant roaring swells and fa’s.

The cauld blue north was streaming forth,
 * Her lights, wi’ hissing eerie din;

Athort the lift they start and shift,
 * Like fortune’s favours, tint as win.