Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
The VisionRobert Burns (17591796)
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Where the wa’-flower scents the dewy air,
Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,
And tells the midnight moon her care:
The stars they shot alang the sky;
The fox was howling on the hill,
And the distant-echoing glens reply.
Was rushing by the ruined wa’s,
Hasting to join the sweeping Nith,
Whose distant roaring swells and fa’s.
Her lights, wi’ hissing eerie din;
Athort the lift they start and shift,
Like fortune’s favors, tint as win.
And by the moonbeam shook to see
A stern and stalwart ghaist arise,
Attired as minstrels wont to be.
His daurin’ look had daunted me;
And on his bonnet graved was plain,
The sacred posy—Libertie!