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I promised thee a sister-tale

Of man's perfidious cruelty;

Come, then, and hear what cruel wrong
Befell the dark Ladie.

Coleridge.

KILMENY.

Bonny Kilmeny gaed up the glen;
But it wasna to meet Duneira's men,
Nor the rosy monk of the isle to see,
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.
It was only to hear the Yorlin sing, ·
And pu' the cress-flower round the spring ;
The scarlet hypp and the hindberrye,
And the nut that hang frae the hazel tree;
For Kilmeny was pure as pure could be.

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But lang may her minny look o'er the wa',
And lang may she seek i' the green-wood shaw;

Lang the laird of Duneira blame,

And lang, lang greet or Kilmeny come hame!

When many a day had come and fled,

When grief grew calm, and hope was dead,

When mass for Kilmeny's soul had been sung,

When the bedes-man had prayed, and the dead-bell run
Late, late in a gloamin when all was still,

When the fringe was red on the westlin hill,
The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane,

The reek o' the cot hung over the plain,
Like a little wee cloud in the world its lane;
When the ingle glowed with an eiry leme,
Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame!

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Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?
Lang hae we sought baith holt and den:
By linn, by ford, and green-wood tree,
Yet you are halesome and fair to see.
Where gat you that joup o' the lily scheen?
That bonny snood of the birk so green!
And these roses, the fairest that ever were seen?
Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?'

Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
As still was her look, and as still was her ee,
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea;
For Kilmeny had been she knew not where,
And Kilmeny had seen what she could not declare;

Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew,

Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew :
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung,
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue,
When she spake of the lovely forms she had seen,
And a land where sin had never been;

A land of love, and a land of light,
Withouten sun, or moon, or night;
Where the river swa'd a living stream,
And the light a pure celestial beam:
The land of vision it would seem,
A still, an everlasting dream.

In yon green-wood there is a waik, And in that waik there is a wene,

And in that wene there is a maike,

That neither has flesh, blood, nor bane ;

And down in yon green-wood he walks his lane.

In that green wene Kilmeny lay,

Her bosom happed wi' the flowerets gay;
But the air was soft and the silence deep,
And bonny Kilmeny fell sound asleep,
She kend nae mair, nor opened her ee,
"Till waked by the hymns of a far countrye.

She 'wakened on a couch of the silk sae slim,

All striped wi' the bars of the rainbow's rim;
And lovely beings round were rife,

Who erst had travelled mortal life;

And aye they smiled, and 'gan to speer,
'What spirit has brought this mortal here ?'

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Lang have I journeyed the world wide,'

A meek and reverend fere replied;

'Baith night and day I have watched the fair, Eident a thousand years and mair.

Yes, I have watched o'er ilk degree,
Wherever blooms femenitye;
But sinless virgin, free of stain
In mind and body, fand I nane.
Never, since the banquet of time,
Found I a virgin in her prime,
Till late this bonny maiden I saw
As spotless as the morning snaw:
Full twenty years she has lived as free

As the spirits that sojourn this countrye:

I have brought her away frae the snares of men, That sin or death she never may ken.

They clasped her waist and her hands sae fair, They kissed her cheek, and they kemed her hair,

And round came many a blooming fere,

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Saying, Bonny Kilmeny, ye're welcome here!

Women are freed of the littand scorn:

O, blessed be the day Kilmeny was born!
Now shall the land of the spirits see,

Now shall it ken what a woman may be !
Many a lang year in sorrow and pain,

Many a lang year through the world we've gane,
Commissioned to watch fair womankind,

For it's they who nurice the immortal mind.

'We have watched their steps as the dawning shone,

And deep in the green-wood walks alone;

By lily bower and silken bed,

The viewless tears have o'er them shed;

Have soothed their ardent minds to sleep,

Or left the couch of love to weep.

We have seen! we have seen! but the time must come,

And the angels will weep at the day of doom!

O, would the fairest of mortal kind

Aye keep the holy truths in mind,
That kindred spirits their motions see,
Who watch their ways with anxious ee,
And grieve for the guilt of humanitye!

VOL. I.

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