AE weet forenicht i' the yow-trummle I saw yon antrin thing, A watergaw wi' its chitterin' licht Ayont the on-ding; An' I thocht o' the last wild look ye gied Afore ye deed! There was nae reek i' the laverock's hoose That nicht -- an' nane i' mine: But I ha'e thocht o' that foolish licht Ever sin' syne; An' I think that mebbe at last I ken What your look meant then. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HERITAGE by GWENDOLYN B. BENNETT A FIESOLAN IDYL by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II BOTHWELL: PART 3 by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN SATURDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT |