FOR many lang year I ha'e heard frae my grannie Of brownies and bogles by you castle wa', Of auld withered hags that were never thought canny, And fairies that danced till they heard the cock craw. I leugh at her tales, and last ouk, i' the gloaming I dandered, alane, down the Hazelwood green; Alas! I was reckless, and rue sair my roaming, For I met a young witch wi' twa bonnie black een. I thought o' the starns in a frosty night glancing, Whan a' the lift round them is cloudless and blue; I lookit again, and my heart fell a dancing; Whan I wad hae spoken she glamoured my mou', O wae to her cantrips! for dumpish I wander; At kirk or at market there's nought to be seen; For she dances before me wherever I dander, The Hazelwood witch wi' the bonnie black een. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...O BLACK AND UNKNOWN BARDS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NATHAHNI AND SOYAZHE by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK LEARNING TO PLAY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN PARLEYINGS WITH CERTAIN PEOPLE OF IMPORTANCE: FUST AND FRIENDS by ROBERT BROWNING RETURN CREEPING by CLARISSA BUCKLIN THE GRATEFUL SWAN by ALICE CARY A POEM FOR CHILDREN. ON CRUELTY TO THE IRRATIONAL CREATION by JANE CAVE |