ONLY the Lowland tongue of Scotland might Let me attempt it with an English quill; THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTÈL-CUILLÈ FROM THE GASCON OF JASMIN. I. AT the foot of the mountain height Where is perched Castèl-Cuillè, When the apple, the plum, and the almond tree In the plain below were growing white, This is the song one might perceive On a Wednesday morn of Saint Joseph's Eve: "The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, This old Te Deum, rustic rites attending, Of rosy village girls, clean as the eye, Each one with her attendant swain, They wind aslant "The roads should blossom, the roads should bloom, It is Baptiste, and his affianced maiden, The sky was blue; without one cloud of gloom, When one beholds the dusky hedges blossom, To sounds of joyous melodies, That touch with tenderness the trembling bosom, A band of maidens Gayly frolicking, A band of youngsters With fingers pressing, Till in the veriest Madness of mirth, as they dance, They retreat and advance, Trying whose laugh shall be loudest and merriest; While the bride, with roguish eyes, Sporting with them, now escapes and cries: "Those who catch me THE BLIND GIRL OF CASTEL-CUILLÈ. 347 Married verily This year shall be!" And all pursue with eager haste, ! Meanwhile, whence comes it that among What lovers! they give not a single caress! These are grand people, one would say. It is, that, half way up the hill, And you must know, one year ago, The dread disease that none can stay, Took the young bride's sight away. All at the father's stern command was changed; Their peace was gone, but not their love estranged |