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WHEN I ROVED A YOUNG HIGHLANDER.

9.

Yes, once the rural Scene was sweet,
For Nature seem'd to smile before thee;
And once my Breast abhorr'd deceit,—
For then it beat but to adore thee.


10.

But, now, I seek for other joys—
To think, would drive my soul to madness;
In thoughtless throngs, and empty noise,
I conquer half my Bosom's sadness.


11.

Yet, even in these, a thought will steal,
In spite of every vain endeavour;
And fiends might pity what I feel—
To know that thou art lost for ever.


WHEN I ROVED A YOUNG HIGHLANDER.[1]

1.

When I rov'd a young Highlander o'er the dark heath,

And climb'd thy steep summit, oh Morven of snow![2]
  1. Song.—[Poems O. and T.]
  2. Morven, a lofty mountain in Aberdeenshire. "Gormal of snow" is an expression frequently to be found in Ossian.