"Late, late in a gloaming, when all was still, When the fringe was red on the westlin hill, The wood was sere, the moon i' the wane, The reek of 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 gloaming Kilmeny came hame! 'Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been? Lang hae we sought baith holt and den; By linn, by ford, and greenwood tree, Yet ye are hailsome and fair to see. Where gat ye that joup o' the lily scheen? That bonny snood o' the birk sae 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, As 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 ne'er crew, Where the rain never fell, and the wind never blew!" But on earth the spell of heaven was upon her. All loved, both man and beast, the pure and spiritual Kilmeny; but earth could not detain her. "When a month and a day had come and gone, Kilmeny sought the greenwood wene; There laid her down on the leaves so green, And Kilmeny on earth was never mair seen. But O the words that fell from her mouth Were words of wonder, and words of truth! But all the land were in fear and dread, For they kennedna whether she was living or dead. It was not her hame, and she couldna remain; She left this world of sorrow and pain; And returned to the land of thought again." The Legend of Kilmeny is as beautiful as any thing in that department of poetry. It contains a fine moral; that purity of heart makes an earthly creature a welcome denizen of heaven; and the tone and imagery are all fraught with a tenderness and grace that are as unearthly as the subject of the legend. There is a short poem introduced into the Brownie of Bodsbeck, worthy of the noblest bard that ever wrote. DWELLER IN HEAVEN. "Dweller in heaven high, Ruler below! Fain would I know thee, yet tremble to know! How can a mortal deem, how it may be, That being can ne'er be but present with thee? Is it true that thou sawest me ere I saw the morn? Is it true that thou knewest me befere I was born? That nature must live in the light of thine eye? This knowledge for me is too great and too high!