IV. DAY-DAWN. THE first low fluttering breath of wakening Day Of the unrisen sun, whose faint beams play Among the drooping stars, kissing away Their waning eyes to slumber. From the gaze, When slumbers, rich with dreams, are bidding her adieu. JOHN STUART BLACKIE. I. TO JAMES DODDS AND JOHN HUNTER. (Arcades Ambo.) SWEET pair of doves! The mystic notes that stirred Dodona's groves with oracles from Jove Gave not a sweeter voice. Were I a bird, I'd sing with you of joy and peace and love, And nests on earth more blest than halls in heaven; But me a sterner power inspires: like car With fiery breath and brazen snortings driven. O'er groaning rails and white smoke wreathing far, Of high-spurred energy that scorns delay : Rock in your pleasure-boats! 'Tis well. With masts Sore-straining 'neath the gale I dash the spray : Your souls in CRAIGCROOK'S warbling heaven shall dwell; Mine drives from earth the harnessed Devil to hell! II. HIGHLAND SOLITUDE. In the lone glen the silver lake doth sleep; Sleeps the white cloud upon the sheer black hill: All moorland sounds a solemn silence keep; I only hear the tiny trickling rill 'Neath the red moss. Athwart the dim gray pall That veils the day a dusky fowl may fly; But, on this bleak brown moor, if thou shalt call For men, a spirit will sooner make reply. Come hither, thou whose agile mind doth flit Men learn to think, and feel, and pray, alone. III. AT LOCH ERICHT. No railways! thank Heaven at length I'm free Where I must feed on oats, and sleep on straw. For why? Here men look forth from honest faces, And are what thing they seem, without grimaces. IV. BEN MUICHDHUI. O'ER broad Muichdhui sweeps the keen cold blast; Here brew ship-foundering storms their force divine; |