Ye Dear Romantic Shades
Ye Dear Romantic Shades | |
Robert Tannahill
| Ar from the giddy court of mirth, Where sick'ning follies reign, By Levern banks I wander forth To hail each sylvan scene. All hail, ye dear romantic shades! Ye banks, ye woods, and sunny glades! Here oft the musing poet treads In Nature's riches great; Contrasts the country with the town, Makes nature's beauties all his own, And, borne on Fancy's wings, looks down On empty pride and state. | 2. By dewy dawn, or sultry noon, Or sober evening gray, I'll often quit the dinsome town, By Levern banks to stray; Or from the upland's mossy brow, Enjoy the fancy-pleasing view Of streamlets, woods, and fields below, A sweetly varied scene! Give riches to the miser's care, Let Folly shine in Fashion's glare, Give me the wealth of peace and health, With all their happy train. |