To me, whom in their lays the shepherds call Too poor for a bribe, and too proud to importune To see a world in a grain of sand. Turn to the watery world! But who to thee "T was at the royal feast for Persia won "T was in that place o' Scotland's isle 'T was on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean 'T was on a lofty vase's side "T was when the seas were roaring Twelve days were past, and now the dawning light When Cromwell fought for pow'r, and while he reigned While some affect the sun, and some the shade Whom passed we musing near the woodman's shed With horns and hounds I waken the day Ye banks and braes and streams around 403 401 72 310 303 203 214 39 159 10 393 199 4 213 313 |