Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry. 1904.
Poems of Home: IV. YouthThe Pretty Girl of Loch Dan
Samuel Ferguson (18101886)T
That frowns o’er infant Avonmore,
When, nigh Loch Dan, two weary men,
We stopped before a cottage door.
And rattles on the raised latch-pin;
“God save you kindly,” quick replies
A clear sweet voice, and asks us in.
A rosy girl with soft black eyes;
Her fluttering courtesy takes our hearts,
Her blushing grace and pleased surprise.
For, all the way to Glenmalure,
Her mother had that morning gone,
And left the house in charge with her.
The shame that startled virgins feel,
Could make the generous girl forget
Her wonted hospitable zeal.
Sweet milk that smacked of mountain thyme,
Oat cake, and such a yellow roll
Of butter,—it gilds all my rhyme!
(With weary limbs on bench reclined),
Considerate and discreet, she stood
Apart, and listened to the wind.
From breast to breast spontaneous ran
The mutual thought,—we stood and pledged
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Sweet Mary,—bless those budding charms!—
Than your own generous heart, I ’m sure,
Nor whiter than the breast it warms!”
Such language in that homely glen;
But, Mary, you have naught to fear,
Though smiled on by two stranger-men.
Your virgin pride by word or sign,
Nor need a painful blush disarm
My friend of thoughts as pure as mine.
The words we spoke were free from guile;
She stooped, she blushed, she fixed her wheel,—
’T is all in vain,—she can’t but smile!
Her modest face,—I see it yet,—
And though I lived a hundred years
Methinks I never could forget
Fills all her downcast eyes with light;
The lips reluctantly apart,
The white teeth struggling into sight,
The rosy cheek that won’t be still:—
O, who could blame what flatterers speak,
Did smiles like this reward their skill?
Though loudly beats the midnight rain,
I ’d take the mountain-side e’en now,
And walk to Luggelaw again!