Whence twilight came betwixt dawn and dusk,
And shadows fall and light fade.
Dims mine vision upon leaves of rust,
Hence imaginings overplayed.
For I tarry a we bit too long,
Thus I've seemed to lost my way.
Afright for everything since gone wrong,
Whence tree tops begin to sway.
"Och! Leave me alane! Ochone! Lat abe!
Och! A daena whit ye are!
Wae's me! Lat abe, a'm afeart o ye!
A hae stravaig hauf ower faur!"
Frightened out of mine wits and shaking,
For the rustling of tree.
Then I heard laughter in the distance,
'Twas mine luvie after me!
This poem contains a little Scottish dialect.
ReplyDeleteTranslated:
"Oh! Leave me alone! Oh! Let me be!
Oh! I don't know what you are!
Woe is me! Let me be, I am afraid of you!
I have wondered/roamed half too far!
Luvie means sweetheart.