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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Craigie Hill

The Lass o’ Craigie Hill

By James Macdonald

’T WAS at the hour of gloamin’ fa’,

The sun had rowed him to his rest,

Ae bonnie star, the star o’ love,

Sat smiling in the dappled west,

The wind had left the sea’s lone breast,

And ’mang the birk-tree leaves lay still,

When, sweeter than the wild thyme’s breath,

I met the lass o’ Craigie Hill.

A fragrant odor scarcely fanned

The water-lily’s gentle brow,

Wi’ laden wing it stole and leant

Upon the lamb amang the dew;

Nor woke the throstle as he slept,

And dreamed o’ many a joyous trill,

Amang the lovely beechen groves

That shade the lass o’ Craigie Hill.

The beauty of Elora’s fane

Kissed by the ruby lips o’ morn,

And haloed o’er wi’ pearly gems,

The purest e’er from ocean borne,

May feast the soul o’ pilgrim worn,

And make his raptured bosom thrill,—

A fairer sight now blessed my eyes,

The bonnie lass o’ Craigie Hill.

She walked in gladness like the morn

Alang the dewy velvet green,

The brow o’ night grew fair and bright,

Enamored wi’ her bonnie een;

And on her peerless cheeks were seen

The hues that opening rosebuds fill,

When summer skies, in rainbow dyes,

Bend o’er the lass o’ Craigie Hill.

That balmy eve, that lassie fair,

The looks o’ love she gave to me,

Still glow within my bosom’s core,

As diamonds in the deep, deep sea.

And till I lie on death’s dark lea,

By elm-tree shade or mountain rill,

The pole star o’ my heart shall be

The bonnie lass o’ Craigie Hill.