Lament For James, Earl Of Glen</p>
The wind blew hollow frae the hills,</p>
By fits the sun's departing beam</p>
Look'd on the fading yellow woods,</p>
That wav'd ar's winding stream:</p>
Beh a craigy steep, a Bard,</p>
Laden with years and meikle pain,</p>
In loud ment bewail'd his lord,</p>
Whom Death had all ua'en.</p>
He lean'd him to an a aik,</p>
Whose trunk was mould'ring down with years;</p>
His locks were bleached white with time,</p>
His hoary cheek i' tears!</p>
And as he touch'd his trembling harp,</p>
And as he tun'd his doleful sang,</p>
The winds, menting thro' their caves,</p>
To Echo bore the notes ang.</p>
“Ye scatter'd birds that faintly sing,</p>
The reliques o' the vernal queir!</p>
Ye woods that shed on a' the winds</p>
The honours of the aged year!</p>
A few short months, and gd and gay,</p>
Again ye'll charm the ear and e'e;</p>
But nocht in all-revolving time</p>
gdness