They sooft[177] her away to a mountain green, To see what mortal had never seen; And they seated her high on a purple sward, And bade her heed what she saw and heard; And note the changes the spirits wrought, For now she lived in the land of thought. She looked and she saw no sun nor skies, But a crystal dome of a thousand dyes. She looked and she saw no lang aright, But an endless whirl of glory and light. And radiant beings went and came, Far swifter than wind, or the linked flame; She hid her een from the dazzling view, She looked again, and the scene was new. She saw a sun on a simmer sky, And clouds of amber sailing by; A lovely land aneath her lay, And that land had lakes and mountains gray; And that land had valleys and hoary piles, And merlit seas, and a thousand isles; She saw the corn wave on the vale; She saw the deer run down the dale; And many a mortal toiling sore, And she thought she had seen the land afore. * * * * * To sing of the sights Kilmeny saw, So far surpassing nature's law, The singer's voice would sink away, And the string of his harp would cease to play, But she saw while the sorrows of man were by, And all was love and harmony; While the sterns of heaven fell lonely away, Like the flakes of snow on a winter's day. Then Kilmeny begged again to see The friends she had left in her ain countrye, To tell of the place where she had been, And the glories that lay in the land unseen. With distant music soft and deep, They lulled Kilmeny sound asleep; And when she awakened, she lay her lane, All happed with flowers in the greenwood wene When seven lang years had come and fled, When grief was calm and hope was dead, When scarce was remembered Kilmeny's name. Late, late in the gloamin Kilmeny came hame! And oh! her beauty was fair to see, But still and steadfast was her ee; Such beauty bard may never declare, For there was no pride nor passion there; And the soft desire of maiden's een, In that mild face could never be seen. Her seyman was the lily flower, And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower; And her voice like the distant melodye, That floats along the twilight sea. But she loved to range the lanely glen, And keeped afar frae the haunts of men, Her holy hymns unheard to sing, To suck the flowers and drink the spring; But wherever her peaceful form appeared, The wild beasts of the hill were cheered; The wolf played blithely round the field, The lordly bison lowed and kneeled, The dun deer wooed with manner bland, And cowered aneath her lily hand. And when at eve the woodlands rung, When hymns of other worlds she sung, In ecstacy of sweet devotion, Oh, then the glen was all in motion;