'And there, forlorn, despairing, hid, I'll lay me down and die: 'Twas so for me that Edwin did, And so for him will I.' 'Forbid it, Heaven!' the hermit cried, And clasped her to his breast: The wondering fair one turned to chide: 'Twas Edwin's self that prest! 'Turn, Angelina, ever dear, My charmer, turn to see Thy own, thy long-lost Edwin here, Restored to love and thee. 'Thus let me hold thee to my heart, And every care resign; And shall we never, never part, My life--my all that's mine? 'No, never from this hour to part, We'll live and love so true; The sigh that rends thy constant heart, Shall break thy Edwin's too.' AULD ROBIN GRAY LADY ANNE BARNARD When the sheep are in the fauld, when the kye's come hame, And a' the weary warld to rest are gane, The waes o' my heart fa' in showers frae my e'e, Unkent by my gudeman, wha sleeps sound by me. Young Jamie lo'ed me weel, and sought me for his bride, But saving ae crown-piece he had naething beside; To make the crown a pound my Jamie gaed to sea, And the crown and the pound--they were baith for me. He hadna been gane a twelvemonth and a day, When my father brake his arm and the cow was stown away; My mither she fell sick--my Jamie was at sea, And Auld Robin Gray came a courting me. My father couldna work--my mither couldna spin-- I toiled day and night, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his e'e, Said: 'Jeanie, O for their sakes, will ye no marry me?' My heart it said na, and I looked for Jamie back, But hard blew the winds, and his ship was a wrack, His ship was a wrack--why didna Jamie die, Or why am I spared to cry wae is me? My father urged me sair--my mither didna speak, But she looked in my face till my heart was like to break; They gied him my hand--my heart was in the sea-- And so Robin Gray he was gudeman to me. I hadna been his wife a week but only four, When, mournfu' as I sat on the stane at my door, I saw my Jamie's ghaist, for I couldna think it he Till he said: 'I'm come hame, love, to marry thee!' Oh, sair sair did we greet, and mickle say of a', I gied him ae kiss, and bade him gang awa'-- I wish that I were dead, but I'm na like to die, For, though my heart is broken, I'm but young, wae is me! I gang like a ghaist, and I carena much to spin, I darena think o' Jamie, for that wad be a sin, But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For, oh! Robin Gray, he is kind to me. WOO'D, AND MARRIED, AND A'. ALEXANDER ROSS