Eliza Cook (Элиза Кук)

Loch Leven’s Gentle Stream

I ’VE gazed upon the rapid Rhine,
I ’ve seen its waters foam and shine;
I ’ve watched its cascades, wild and bright,
Leap proudly on, in rainbow light;
Its waves have charmed my dazzled eye,
Like molten silver dashing by:
Still, still, I could not love the Rhine;
The land it watered was not mine:
I sighed to see the moon’s mild beam
Fall on Loch Leven’s gentle stream!

I ’ve wandered by the placid Rhone,
When night was on her starry throne;
I ’ve looked upon the Tiber’s tide,
And plucked the wild-flowers by its side;
I ’ve heard the gondolier’s wild note
O’er the Lagoon’s fair waters float:
Still, still, I turned, with willing feet,
My native North again to greet!
Again to see the moon’s mild beam
Fall on Loch Leven’s gentle stream!

1. St. Patrick’s Day
2. Galla Brae
3. The Thames
4. Song of the Sailor Boy
5. Grey-Eyed Mabel

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