I LOVE MY JEAN So they all three fell to quarreling The white, and the black, and the gold, And two of the bugs got under the rugs, And one was out in the cold! So he that was left in the basket, Or a thread to wrap himself withal, So there was war in the basket. But he that was frozen and starved A strength from his weakness drew, Now, when bugs live in a basket, 225 ALICE CARY. I LOVE MY JEAN OF a' the airts the wind can blaw, For there the bonnie lassie lives, The lassie I lo'e best; SHE stood breast-high amid the corn, On her cheek an autumn flush, Round her eyes her tresses fell, THREE years she grew in sun and shower; On earth was never sown; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse: and with me The girl, in rock, and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and power, To kindle or restrain. "She shall be sportive as the fawn Or up the mountain springs; THE EDUCATION OF NATURE And hers shall be the breathing balm, "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see E'en in the motions of the storm, Grace that shall mold the maiden's form By silent sympathy. "The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound "And vital feelings of delight Here in this happy dell." Thus Nature spake The work was done How soon my Lucy's race was run! She died, and left to me This heath, this calm and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. 229 |