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John Cunningham (Джон Каннингем)

Kate of Aberdeen

The silver moon's enamored beam
  Steals softly through the night,
To wanton with the winding stream,
  And kiss reflected light.
To beds of state go balmy sleep
  ('Tis where you've seldom been),
May's vigil while the shepherds keep
  With Kate of Aberdeen.

Upon the green the virgins wait,
  In rosy chaplets gay,
Till morn unbar her golden gate,
  And give the promised May.
Methinks I hear the maids declare,
  The promised May, when seen,
Not half so fragrant, half so fair,
  As Kate of Aberdeen.

Strike up the tabor's boldest notes,
  We'll rouse the nodding grove;
The nested birds shall raise their throats,
  And hail the maid of love;
And see — the matin lark mistakes,
  He quits the tufted green:
Fond bird! 'tis not the morning breaks, —
  'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

Now lightsome o'er the level mead,
  Where midnight fairies rove,
Like them the jocund dance we'll lead,
  Or tune the reed to love:
For see the rosy May draws nigh,
  She claims a virgin Queen;
And hark, the happy shepherds cry,
  'Tis Kate of Aberdeen.

John Cunningham's other poems:
  1. A Landscape
  2. Anacreon: Ode 58
  3. The Respite
  4. Stanzas Addressed to Miss S--
  5. Fanny of the Dell

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