"When yellow waves the heavy grain, The threatening storm some strongly rein; And some instruct the shepherd-train, "Some hint the lover's harmless wile; And make his cottage-scenes beguile "Some, bounded to a district-space, And careful note each opening grace, "Of these am I Coila my name;1 And this district as mine I claim, Where once the Campbells, chiefs of fame, 1 The idea of this visionary being is acknowledged by Burns himself to have been taken from the Scota of Mr. Alexander Ross, a Mearns poet, author of a pastoral of some merit, entitled The Fortunate Shepherdess. 2 The Loudoun branch of the Campbells is here meant. Mossgiel and much of the neighboring ground was the property of the Earl of Loudoun. Held ruling power: I marked thy embryo tuneful flame, "With future hope, I oft would gaze, Fired at the simple, artless lays "I saw thee seek the sounding shore, I saw grim Nature's visage hoar "Or when the deep green-mantled earth Warm cherished every floweret's birth, And joy and music pouring forth In every grove, I saw thee eye the general mirth "When ripened fields, and azure skies, To vent thy bosom's swelling rise "When youthful love, warm-blushing, strong, I taught thee how to pour in song, "I saw thy pulse's maddening play, But yet the light that led astray "I taught thy manners painting strains, And some, the pride of Coila's plains, "Thou canst not learn, nor can I shew, To paint with Thomson's landscape glow; Or wake the bosom-melting throe, With Shenstone's art; Or pour, with Gray, the moving flow "Yet, all beneath the unrivalled rose, The lowly daisy sweetly blows; Though large the forest's monarch throws His army shade, Yet green the juicy hawthorn grows "Then never murmur nor repine; Can give a bliss o'ermatching thine, "To give my counsels all in one Thy tuneful flame still careful fan; Preserve the dignity of man, With soul erect; And trust, the universal plan "And wear thou this," she solemn said, And, like a passing thought, she fled 1 Certain stanzas omitted by Burns from the printed copy of The Vision, will be found in an Appendix at the end of this volume. A writer in the Gentleman's Magazine, October 1852, expresses his opinion that Burns was indebted for the idea of The Vision to a copy of verses written by the "melan -- A WINTER NIGHT. "Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, The Vision leaves the poet reassured and comforted in the all-sufficing grace of the Muse; but no such feel choly and pensive Wollaston," so far back as 1681. "Wollaston's poem was written on the occasion of his leaving, 'with a heavy heart,' as he says, his beloved Cambridge." He describes himself as sitting in his own "small apartment." "As here one day I sate, Disposed to ruminate, Deep melancholy did benumb, With thoughts of what was past and what to come. "I thought I saw my Muse appear, Whose dress declared her haste, whose looks her fear; A wreath of laurel in her hand she bore, Such laurel as the god Apollo wore. The piercing wind had backward combed her hair, And laid a paint of red upon the fair; Her gown, which, with celestial color dyed, Through speed a little flowed aside, And decently disclosed her knee; When, stopping suddenly, she spoke to me: |