Poems (Douglas)/Song

by Sarah Parker Douglas

For works with similar titles, see Song.

Song.

Adieu, each rich and wild retreat
 Around Dunclutha lying,
To fairy murmurs soft and sweet
 Upon the glad breeze dying—
To dark Loch Eck, and leafy dell,
 Whose charms have so entwined me;
And that still more enchanting spell,
 The girl I left behind me.

Adieu, adieu! yon cheerful hearth,
 Round which the genial hearted
Left record of pure social mirth,
 On page of time departed;
A golden dream amidst the past,
 In which, whate'er assign'd me,
I'll meet, sweet as I saw her last,
 The girl I left behind me.

Yes, fancy shall restore again
 This scenery enchanting,
The grandeur wild of highland glen,
 The wavelet's azure glancing;
But chief the voice of friendship warm
 Shall to Dunclutha bind me,
Where reigns, rich in each maiden charm,
 The girl I left behind me.

Now, flutter like a sea-bird's wing,
 Each snowy sheet unfurling;
Our bark, so like a living thing,
 Glides on 'mid foam wreaths curling.
And once again I breathe farewell;
 Oh, heaven's best blessings find thee,
Presiding sylph of heath and dell,
 Sweet girl I leave behind me!

Pass round the wine cup rich and red,
 And pledge the guileless hearted—
The gentle one is won and wed
 Since in her home we parted;
The future be with pleasures rife,
 No cares to them assign'd be—
The happy youth and peerless wife,
 The girl I left behind me.