A Joy For Ever

A Joy For Ever - from The Mountain Muse



Gouden locks an' launchin' een,
Rosy cheeks an' cherry mou',
Neck an' shoulders whiter far
Than the whitest lily's hue.



What an' ankle! what a foot!
Fair proportion in each line.
What an arm, an' what a voice!
Surely - surely she's divine.


Look an' mark the comely grace
O' her licht step when she walks;
List an' hear the dulcet tones
That thrill the bosom when she talks.


There she sits within her bower,
Kaimin' down her yellow hair;
Sweeter is her hinny breath
Than the lowin' mornin' air.


Pure and fresh as dewy rose
Opening to the early beam;
Glowin' like the warm sunshine
Flashin' on the river faem.


She seems to move amid such light
As star within the Milky Way-
A gem of heaven's heraldry,
On earth a breathin', warmin' ray.


The very spirit o' sweet sounds -
A livin' melody to sight;
See, there, she's trippin' o'er the sward -
Say, could an angel be mair bright?