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Walter Scott - Ancient Gaelic Melody
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I.
Birds of omen dark and foul,
Night-crow, raven, bat, and owl,
Leave the sick man to his dream - 
All night long he heard you scream.
Haste to cave and ruin`d tower,
Ivy tod, or dingled-bower,
There to wink and mop, for, hark!
In the mid air sings the lark.

II.
Hie to moorish gills and rocks,
Prowling wolf and wily fox, - 
Hie ye fast, nor turn your view,
Though the lamb bleats to the ewe.
Couch your trains, and speed your flight,
Safety parts with parting night;
And on distant echo borne,
Comes the hunter`s early horn.

III.
The moon`s wan crescent scarcely gleams,
Ghost-like she fades in morning beams;
Hie hence, each peevish imp and fay
That scarce the pilgrim on his way, -
Quench, kelpy! quench, in bog and fen,
Thy torch, that cheats benighted men;
Thy dance is o`er, thy reign is done,
For Benyieglo hath seen the sun.

IV.
Wild thoughts, that, sinful, dark, and deep,
O`erpower the passive mind in sleep,
Pass from the slumberer`s soul away,
Like night-mists from the brow of day:
Foul hag, whose blasted visage grim
Smothers the pulse, unnerves the limb,
Spur thy dark palfrey, and begone!
Thou darest not face the godlike sun.
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