A Vision（1 / 2）

a vision

as i stood by yon roofless tower,

where the wa'flower scents the dewy air,

where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,

and tells the midnight moon her care.

the winds were laid, the air was still,

the stars they shot alang the sky;

the fox was howling on the hill,

and the distant echoing glens reply.

the stream, adown its hazelly path,

was rushing by the ruin'd wa's,

hasting to join the sweeping nith,

whase distant roaring swells and fa's.

the cauld blae north was streaming forth

her lights, wi' hissing, eerie din;

athwart the lift they start and shift,

like fortune's favors, tint as win.