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Lochanilaun

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This is the image of my last content:     My soul shall be a little lonely lake,     So hidden that no shadow of man may break     The folding of its mountain battlement;     Only the beautiful and innocent     Whiteness of sea-born cloud drooping to shake     Cool rain upon the reed-beds, or the wake     Of churn'd cloud in a howling wind's descent.     For there shall be no terror in the night     When stars that I have loved are born in me,     And cloudy darkness I will hold most fair;     But this shall be the end of my delight:     That you, my lovely one, may stoop and see     Your image in the mirrored beauty there.

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"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

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