The Vision（2 / 10）

  while here, half-mad, half-fed, half-sarkit.
  is a' th' amount.
  i started, mutt'ring, “blockhead! coof!”
  and heav'd on high my waukit loof,
  to swear by a' yon starry roof,
  or some rash aith,
  that i henceforth wad be rhyme-proof
  till my last breath—
  when click! the string the snick did draw;
  an' jee! the door gaed to the wa';
  an' by my ingle-lowe i saw,
  now bleezin bright,
  a tight, outlandish hizzie, braw,
  come full in sight.
  ye need na doubt, i held my whisht;
  the infant aith, half-form'd, was crusht
  i glowr'd as eerie's i'd been dusht
  in some wild glen;
  when sweet, like honest worth, she blusht,
  an' stepped ben.
  green, slender, leaf-clad holly-boughs
  were twisted, gracefu', round her brows;
  i took her for some scottish muse,
  by that same token;
  and come to stop those reckless vows,
  would soon been broken.
  a “hair-brain'd, sentimental trace”
  was strongly marked in her face;
  a wildly-witty, rustic grace
  shone full upon her; ↑返回顶部↑