There is no mid-forest laugh, On the fairest time in June Gone the merry morris din; She would weep, and he would craze: So it is: yet let us sing, And the horse he rode upon! Though their days have hurried by Let us two a burden try. LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCI1 (1820) I Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, The sedge is wither'd from the lake, II Ah, what can ail thee, wretched wight, So haggard and so woe-begone? The squirrel's granary is full, And the harvest's done. 1 V. note to Eve of St. Agnes, xxxiii, p. 534. 5 To wander by the green burnside, The throssil whusslit in the wud, And on the knowe abune the burn In the silentness o' joy, till baith Ay, ay, dear Jeanie Morrison, That was a time, a blessed time, I marvel, Jeanie Morrison, Gin I hae been to thee As ye hae been to me? 15 As closely twined wi' earliest thochts 75 Oh! tell me gin their music fills 'Twas then we luvit ilk ither weel, Thine ear as it does mine: 'Twas then we twa did part; Sweet time, sad time!-twa bairns at schule, Oh! say gin e'er your heart grows great Wi' dreamings o' langsyne? 80 Twa bairns, and but ae heart! 20 "Twas then we sat on ae laigh bink, To leir ilk ither lear;1 I've wandered east, I've wandered west, I've borne a weary lot: And tones, and looks, and smiles were shed, Remembered evermair. But in my wanderings, far or near, Ye never were forgot. The fount that first burst frae this heart, 85 Still travels on its way; When sitting on that bink, And channels deeper as it rins Cheek touchin' cheek, loof locked in loof, What our wee heads could think! When baith bent doun owre ae braid page, The luve o' life's young day. O dear, dear Jeanie Morrison, Since we were sindered young, I've never seen your face, nor heard But I could hug all wretchedness, And happy could I dee, Did I but ken your heart still dreamed O' bygane days and me! . Sir Walter Scott 1771-1832 SELECTIONS FROM SCOTT'S JOURNAL (Edinburgh) November 20, 1825.-I have all my life regretted that I did not keep a Journal. I have myself lost recollection of much that was interesting, and I have de5 prived my family and the public of some curious information, by not carrying this resolution into effect. I have bethought me, on seeing lately some volumes of Byron's notes, that he probably had hit upon the right way 10 of keeping such a memorandum-book, by |