Scottish Poetry Selection
EscapedHome, and glowing from the walk,
Round the parlour I and they
Chased the dragonflies of talk
Side to side from grave to gay.
When a whim of curious thought,
Quaintly blent of new and old,
In my fancy's mesh was caught,
And I left it there untold.
"This," said I, "will be the theme
Tonight will muse upon,
In the hour of waking dream
When the talkers all are gone."
Came the hour: and in and out-
I and fancy all alone
'Mong the meshes vainly sought:
And our little thought was flown.
So we found the proverb true-
"He that will not when he may,
Whether maid or muse he woo,
When he will he shall have nay."
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