They lifted Kilmeny, they led her away, And she walked in the light of a sunless day; The sky was a dome of crystal bright, The fountain of vision and fountain of light; The emerant fields were of dazzling glow, And the flowers of everlasting blow. Then deep in the stream her body they laid, That her youth and her beauty never might fade; And they smil’d on Heaven when they saw her lie In the stream of life that wandered by. And she heard a song, she heard it sung, She ken’d not where, but sae sweetly it rung, It fell on the ear like a dream of the morn,— “O, blest be the day that Kilmeny was born! Now shall the land of the spirits see, Now shall it ken what a woman may be! The sun that shines on the world sae bright, A borrowed gleid frae the fountain of light; And the moon that sleeks the sky sae dun, Like a gouden bow or a beamless sun, Shall wear away and be seen nae mair, And the angels shall miss them travelling the air. But lang, lang after, baith nicht and day, When the sun and the world have fled away; When the sinner has gone to his waesome doom, Kilmeny shall smile in eternal bloom!” They bore her away, she wist not how, For she felt not arm nor rest below; But so swift they wained her through the light, ’Twas like the motion of sound or sight; They seemed to split the gales of air, And yet nor gale nor breeze was there. Unnumbered groves below them grew, They came, they passed, and backward flew, Like floods of blossoms gliding on, A moment seen, in a moment gone. Ah! never vales to mortal view Appeared like those o’er which they flew, That land to human spirits given, The lowermost vales of the storied heaven; From thence they can view the world below, And heaven’s blue gates with sapphires glow, More glory yet unmeet to know.