Poems (E. L. F.)/On aye
ON AYR.
LIVING AT WELLINGTON SQUARE.
I went to pass some months at Ayr,Thinking of beauty, sunshine there;And poesie, to give the sceneA radiance all its own, I ween.But oh, alas! a blank came o'erMy spirit's life; for ne'er beforeHave I seen such a dismal square,Entombing all my hopes of Ayr.For I must have to glad my heart,Something of beauty—nature's art;Tall spreading trees, and flowerets gay,Huge mountains, towering far away;A sea-view in the distance gleaming,And harvest fields, with full grain teeming;Music of birds, and perfumed air.How could I find such things at Ayr?And echo only answered, "Where?"