9; yon starry roof,
or some rash aith,
that i heh wad be rhyme-proof
till my st breath—
when click! the string the snick did draw;
an' jee! the daed to the wa';
an' by my ingle-lowe i saw,
now bleezin bright,
a tight, outndish hizzie, braw,
e full in sight.
ye need na doubt, i held my whisht;
the infant aith, half-form'd, was crusht
i glowr'd as eerie's i'd been dusht
in some wild glen;
whe, like ho worth, she blusht,
an' stepped ben.
green, slender, leaf-cd holly-boughs
were twisted, gracefu
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