A Lown Nicht
Rose o' my hert, Open yer leaves to the lampin mune; Into the curls lat her keek an' dert, She'll tak the colour but gie ye tune. Buik o' my brain, Open yer faulds to the starry signs; Lat the e'en o' the holy luik an' strain, Lat them glimmer an' score atween the lines. Cup o' my soul, Goud an' diamond an' ruby cup, Ye're noucht ava but a toom dry bowl Till the wine o' the kingdom fill ye up. Conscience-glass, Mirror the en'less All in thee; Melt the boundered and make it pass Into the tideless, shoreless sea. Warl o' my life, Swing thee roun thy sunny track; Fire an' win' an' water an' strife, Carry them a' to the glory back.
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"Rose o' my hert,..."
This evocative piece by George MacDonald, titled "A Lown Nicht", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...