LARY ANNE BARNARD. But by thy honest turf I'll wait, Thou man of worth! And weep the ae best fellow's fate E'er lay in earth. at sea, And auld Robin Gray cam' a-courtin' me. My father couldna work, and my mother couldna spin; I toiled day and nicht, but their bread I couldna win; Auld Rob maintained them baith, and, wi' tears in his ee', Said, "Jeannie, for their sakes, will ye na marry me?" My heart it said nay, for I looked for Jamie back; But the wind it blew high, and the ship it was a wrack; The ship it was a wrack-why didna Jamie dee? Or why do I live to say, Wae's me? My father urged me sair: my mither didna speak; But she look it in my face till my heart was like to break; They gied him my hand, though my heart was in the sea; And auld Robin Gray was gudeman to me. I hadna been a wife a week but only four, When, mournfu' as I sat on the stane at my door, I saw my Jamie's wraith, for I couldna think it he, Till he said, "I'm come home, love, to marry thee." of a'! O, sair did we greet, and muckle say I gie'd him but ae kiss, and bade him gang awa': I wish I were dead! but I'm no like to dee; And why do I live to cry, Wae 's me? I gang like a ghaist, and I carena to spin; I daurna think on Jamie, for that wad be a sin; But I'll do my best a gude wife to be, For auld Robin Gray, he is kind to me. WILLIAM BLAKE. [1757-1827.] THE TIGER. TIGER! Tiger! burning bright, Burned the fire of thine eyes? And what shoulder, and what art, What the hammer, what the chain? When the stars threw down their spears, |