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ilvery ciphers traced The leaves, and on the waters play'd; She rose, she caught me round the waist, She said, 'Come down with me, fair maid.' She led me to her crystal grot, She set me in her coral chair, She waved her hand, and I had not Or azure eyes or golden hair. Her locks of jet, her eyes of flame Were mine, and hers my semblance fair; 'O make me, Nix, again the same, O give me back my golden hair!' She smiles in scorn, she disappears, And here I sit and see no sun, My eyes of fire are quenched in tears, And all my darksome locks undone. _R. Garnett_ XCIX _THE SEVEN SISTERS; OR, THE SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE_ 1 Seven daughters had Lord Archibald, All children of one mother: You could not say in one short day What love they bore each other. A garland, of seven lilies wrought! Seven sisters that together dwell; But he, bold knight as ever fought, Their father, took of them no thought, He loved the wars so well. Sing mournfully, oh! mournfully, The solitude of Binnorie! 2 Fresh blows the wind, a western wind, And from the shores of Erin, Across the wave, a rover brave To Binnorie is steering: Right onward to the Scottish strand The gallant ship is borne; The warriors leap upon the land, And hark! the leader of the band Hath blown his bugle horn. Sing mournfully, oh! mournfully, The solitude of Binnorie! 3 Beside a grotto of their own, With boughs above them closing, The seven are laid, and in the shade They lie like fawns reposing. But now upstarting with affright At noise of man and steed, Away they fly, to left, to right-- Of your fair household, father-knight, Methinks you take small heed! Sing mournfully, oh! mournfully, The solitude of Binnorie! 4 Away the seven fair Campbells fly; And, over hill and hollow, With menace proud, and insult loud, The youthful rovers follow. Cried they, 'Your father loves to roam: Enough for him to find The empty house when he comes home; For us your yellow ringlets comb, For us be fair and kind!' Sing mournfully, oh! mournfully, The solitude of Binnorie! 5 Some close behind,
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