In the highlands, in the country places,
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maiden quiet eyes,
Where essential silentce cheers and blesses,
And for ever in the hill recesses
Her most lovely music broods and dies.
О to mount again where erst i hauntel,
Were the old red hills are bird enchanted,
And the low green meadows bright with sward
And wheneven dies the million-tined,
And the night has come and planets glihted!
Lo! the walley hollow lamp bestarred!
О to dream, О to awake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render
Through the trance of silence quiet breath…
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes,
Only winds and rivers, life and deat.
