Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, THE HIGHLAND STORM, by ANNE LINDSAY


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THE HIGHLAND STORM, by                     Poet's Biography
First Line: Where, my love, where art thou going?
Last Line: Cruven elin, evin oge.
Alternate Author Name(s): Barnard, Lady Anne
Subject(s): Love; Storms


1
Where, my love, where art thou going?
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge;
Far's thy home, and late 'tis growing,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.
See the angry sky is scowling,
Hark! the hollow winds are howling,
To their sheds run beast and fowl in,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.

2
Draw not back, my love, I pray thee,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge;
Do not let the storm dismay thee,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.
Lean on me, I'll keep thee steady;
How it rains! you're wet already,
Creep into my tartan plaidy,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.

3
Yonder stands a cot forsaken,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge;
Let's bide there till morn awaken,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.
Would you then go there without me?
Oh, my love, how can you doubt me!
Dearest arm! 'tis thrown about me,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.

4
Soft as violets, fresh as roses,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge;
Who on Donald's breast reposes,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.
One sweet kiss might I but take it?—
No! my love for her is sacred,
Till her daddie honest make it,
Cruven Elin, Evin Oge.





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