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Blown fields or flowerful closes,
Green pleasure or gray grief;
If love were what the rose is,
And I were like the leaf.

If I were what the words are,
And love were like the tune,
With double sound and single,
Delight our lips would mingle,
With kisses glad as birds are

That get sweet rain at noon;
If I were what the words are,

And love were like the tune.

If you were life, my darling,

And I, your love, were death, We'd shine and snow together, Ere March made sweet the weather With daffodil and starling

And hours of fruitful breath; If you were life, my darling, And I, your love, were death.

If you were thrall to sorrow,
And I were page to joy,
We'd play for lives and seasons,
With loving looks and treasons,
And tears of night and morrow,

And laughs of maid and boy;
If you were thrall to sorrow,
And I were page to joy.

If you were April's lady,

And I were lord in May, We'd throw with leaves for hours, And draw for days with flowers,

WEARIE'S WELL.

Till day like night were shady,
And night were bright like day;
If you were April's lady,

And I were lord in May.

If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain,
We'd hunt down love together,
Pluck out his flying-feather,
And teach his feet a measure,
And find his mouth a rein;
If you were queen of pleasure,
And I were king of pain.

ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE.

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Wearie's Well.

N a saft simmer gloamin',

In yon dowie dell,

It was there we twa first met,
By Wearie's cauld well.
We sat on the broom-bank,

And looked in the burn,

But sidelang we looked on

Ilk ither in turn.

The corn-craik was chirming

His sad eerie cry,

And the wee stars were dreaming
Their path through the sky;

The burn babbled freely

Its love to ilk flower,

But we heard and we saw nought
In that blessed hour.

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LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS.

Love is like a Dizziness.

LATELY lived in quiet ease,

An' never wish'd to marry, O!
But when I saw my Peggy's face,
I felt a sad quandary, O!
Though wild as ony Athol deer,

She has trepann'd me fairly, O!
Her cherry cheeks an' e'en sae clear
Torment me late an' early, O!
O, love, love, love!

Love is like a dizziness,
It winna let a poor body
Gang about his business!

To tell my feats this single week,
Would mak' a daft-like diary, O!
I drave my cart out ow'r a dike,
My horses in a miry, O!
I wear my stockings white an' blue,
My love 's sae fierce an' fiery, O!
I drill the land that I should plow,
An' plow the drills entirely, O!

Ae morning, by the dawn o' day,
I rose to theek the stable, O!
I keust my coat an' plied away
As fast as I was able, O!

I wrought that morning out an' out,
As I'd been redding fire, O!
When I had done an' look'd about,
Gude faith, it was the byre, O!

Her wily glance I'll ne'er forget,

The dear, the lovely blinkin' o't

Has pierced me through an' through the heart,
An' plagues me wi' the prinklin' o't.

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I tried to sing, I tried to pray,

I tried to drown 't wi' drinkin' o't,
I tried wi' sport to drive't away,
But ne'er can sleep for thinkin' o't.

Nae man can tell what pains I prove,
Or how severe my pliskie, O!
I swear I'm sairer drunk wi' love
Than e'er I was wi' whisky, O!
For love has raked me fore an' aft,
I scarce can lift a leggie, O!
I first grew dizzy, then gaed daft,
An' soon I'll dee for Peggy, O!
O, love, love, love!

Love is like a dizziness,

It winna let a poor body

Gang about his business!

JAMES HOGG.

The Courtin'.

OD makes sech nights, all white an' still

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Moonshine an' snow on field an' hill,

All silence an' all glisten.

Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown,
An' peeked in thru' the winder,
An' there'sot Huldy all alone,
'Ith no one nigh to hender.

A fireplace filled the room's one side

With half a cord o' wood in,

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There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died)
To bake ye to a puddin'.

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