Address To The Deil（2 / 5）
or where auld ruin'd castles grey
nod to the moon,
ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way,
wi' eldritch croon.
when twilight did my graunie summon,
to say her pray'rs, douse, honest woman!
aft'yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
wi' eerie drone;
or, rustlin, thro' the boortrees comin,
wi' heavy groan.
ae dreary, windy, winter night,
the stars shot down wi' sklentin light,
wi' you, mysel' i gat a fright,
ayont the lough;
ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight,
wi' wavin' sough.
the cudgel in my nieve did shake,
each brist'ld hair stood like a stake,
when wi' an eldritch, stoor “quaick, quaick,”
amang the springs,
awa ye squatter'd like a drake,
on whistlin' wings.
let warlocks grim, an' wither'd hags,
tell how wi' you, on ragweed nags,
they skim the muirs an' dizzy crags,
wi' wicked speed;
and in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
owre howkit dead.
thence countra wives, wi' toil and pain,
may plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain; ↑返回顶部↑
nod to the moon,
ye fright the nightly wand'rer's way,
wi' eldritch croon.
when twilight did my graunie summon,
to say her pray'rs, douse, honest woman!
aft'yont the dyke she's heard you bummin,
wi' eerie drone;
or, rustlin, thro' the boortrees comin,
wi' heavy groan.
ae dreary, windy, winter night,
the stars shot down wi' sklentin light,
wi' you, mysel' i gat a fright,
ayont the lough;
ye, like a rash-buss, stood in sight,
wi' wavin' sough.
the cudgel in my nieve did shake,
each brist'ld hair stood like a stake,
when wi' an eldritch, stoor “quaick, quaick,”
amang the springs,
awa ye squatter'd like a drake,
on whistlin' wings.
let warlocks grim, an' wither'd hags,
tell how wi' you, on ragweed nags,
they skim the muirs an' dizzy crags,
wi' wicked speed;
and in kirk-yards renew their leagues,
owre howkit dead.
thence countra wives, wi' toil and pain,
may plunge an' plunge the kirn in vain; ↑返回顶部↑