When I see some dark hill point its crest to the sky,
I think of the rocks that o'ershadow Colbleen;
When I see the soft blue of a love-speaking eye,
I think of those eyes that endear'd the rude scene;
When, haply, some light-waving locks I behold,
That faintly resemble my Mary's in hue,
I think on the long flowing ringlets of gold,
The locks that were sacred to beauty, and you.
Yet the day may arrive, when the mountains once more
Shall rise to my sight, in their mantles of snow;
But while these soar above me, unchang'd as before,
Will Mary be there to receive me?—ah, no!
Adieu, then, ye hills, where my childhood was bred!
Thou sweet flowing Dee, to thy waters adieu!
No home in the forest shall shelter my head,—
Ah! Mary, what home could be mine, but with you?
Dorset! whose early steps with mine have stray'd,
- Colbleen is a mountain near the verge of the Highlands, not far from the ruins of Dee Castle.
- To the Duke of D——.—[Poems O. and T.]
- In looking over my papers to select a few additional poems for this second edition, I found the above lines, which
- D—r—t——.—[Poems O. and T.]