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

Ben Dhu

Mary

By Maria Dorothea Ogilvy (1823–1895)

HOW saft sink the shadows when day, disappearing

Behind yon gray mountain, bids Tarland adieu!

While clouds to the western horizon are steering,

And sunset’s bright glories yet linger in view.

O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming,

The cantie bit lassie that dearly I lo’e;

O, fair fa’ the gloaming, where torrents are foaming

Adown the steep rocks on the braes o’ Ben Dhu!

She treads the rich clover, where each painted rover—

Bright butterflies—sported the lang simmer day;

She plucks the red brier rose—the woodbine its lover,

And twines her dark locks wi’ the white-blossomed May.

O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming

Mid braw luckan gowans and harebells sae blue;

O, fair fa’ the gloaming, where torrents are foaming

Adown the wild corries and craigs o’ Ben Dhu!

Amang the rough copsewood, across the green paling,

Through meadow-sweet, fair as the pearl-bosomed spray,

Where birches in tears are their fragrance exhaling,

As light as the roe-deer she bounds on her way.

O, fair fa’ the gloaming when Mary is roaming,

Sae winsome and bonnie, sae gentle and true;

My steps fly to meet her, and soon shall I greet her,—

The joy of my fond heart! the pride of Ben Dhu!