I STOOD on Keptie Hill at early dawn,
in the Orient, saw the glorious light
triumphing o'er the drowsy night,
Shedding his beams athwart the dewy lawn.
me lay the yellow-ripened corn,
lately girded up in golden sheaves ;
The birds were piping 'mongst the scattered leaves
cheerful music to the red-cheeked morn :
ah ! their notes my bosom failed to move,
For now I mourned an absent lady-love.
I stood at midnight on the Keptie Hill,
gazing seaward, saw the pale light rest
on the murmuring water's breast
(The town beneath in sleep profound lay still) ;
had my lady-love been that chaste moon,
shone upon the blue expanse so bright,
Kissing away the shadows of the night,
I that richly-favoured sea, how soon
I have yielded to her pure embrace,
And murmured not while I beheld her face.
I stood beside my lady yesternight
scarce a zephyr stirred the fading grove :
tremulous tones I spoke to her of love,
And looked into her eyes with fond delight.
sun his 'golden pilgrimage' had run,
stars were twinkling in the vault above ;
Hushed was the silver-sweet voice of my love ;
yet I knew her virgin heart was won ;
in her dark eyes shone a light divine
When 'neath Dian's pale orb I called her mine.
MELVILLE was born in Dundee in 1852. He is a railway
clerk, and for some years he resided in Arbroath.
Mr. Melville has been a contributor of verses to a
number of the Forfarshire newspapers.
extracted from 'Round about the Round O with its Poets',