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Bonnie Joann

by Violet Jacob

0.6203 − 0.2983i

Drawing the boundary…

O fly not, Pleasure

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

0.6098 − 0.2558i

Drawing the boundary…

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Bonnie Joann

by Violet Jacob

We've stookit the hairst an' we're needin'
To gaither it in,
Syne, gin the morn's dry, we'll be leadin'
An' wark'll begin;
But noo I'll awa doon the braeside
My lane, while I can—
Wha kens wha he'll meet by the wayside,
My bonnie Joann?

East yonder, the hairst-fields are hidin'
The sea frae my een,
Gin ye keek whaur the stooks are dividin'
Ye'll see it atween.
Sae douce an' sae still it has sleepit
Since hairst-time began
Like my he'rt—gin ye'd tak' it an' keep it
My bonnie Joann.

Owre a'thing the shadows gang trailin',
Owre stubble an' strae;
Frae the hedge to the fit o' the pailin'
They rax owre the way;
But the sun may gang through wi' his beamin'
An' traivel his span,
For aye, by the licht o' my dreamin',
I see ye, Joann.

Awa frae ye, naebody's braver,
Mair wise-like an' bauld,
Aside ye, I hech an' I haver,
I'm het an' I'm cauld;
But oh! could I tell wi'out speakin'
The he'rt o' a man,
Ye micht find I'm the lad that ye're seekin',
My bonnie Joann!

O fly not, Pleasure

by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt

O fly not, Pleasure, pleasant-hearted Pleasure;
Fold me thy wings, I prithee, yet and stay:
For my heart no measure
Knows, nor other treasure
To buy a garland for my love to-day.

And thou, too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sorrow,
Thou gray-eyed mourner, fly not yet away:
For I fain would borrow
Thy sad weeds to-morrow,
To make a mourning for love's yesterday.

The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity,
Moved me to tears: I dared not say them nay,
But passed forth from the city,
Making thus my ditty
Of fair love lost for ever and a day.

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