The book of British ballads . yellow sand, this sparry cave, Shall bend thy soul to beautys sway; Canst thou the maiden of the waveCompare to her of Colonsay V Roused by that voice of silver sound, From the paved floor he lightly sprung, And glancing wild his eyes around, Where the fair nymph her tresses wrung, No form he saw of mortal mould ; It shone like oceans snowy foam ;Her ringlets waved in living gold, Her mirror crystal, pearl her comb. Her pearly comb the siren took, And careless bound her tresses wild ; Still oer the mirror stole her look, As on the wondering youth she smiled. Like
The book of British ballads . yellow sand, this sparry cave, Shall bend thy soul to beautys sway; Canst thou the maiden of the waveCompare to her of Colonsay V Roused by that voice of silver sound, From the paved floor he lightly sprung, And glancing wild his eyes around, Where the fair nymph her tresses wrung, No form he saw of mortal mould ; It shone like oceans snowy foam ;Her ringlets waved in living gold, Her mirror crystal, pearl her comb. Her pearly comb the siren took, And careless bound her tresses wild ; Still oer the mirror stole her look, As on the wondering youth she smiled. Like music from the greenwood tree,Again she raised the melting lay;— Fair warrior, wilt thou dwell with me,And leave the Maid of Colonsay ? Fair is the crystal hall for me, With rubies and with emeralds set; And sweet the music of the sea Shall sing, when we for love are met. How sweet to dance with gliding feet,Along the level tide so green; Responsive to the cadence sweet, That breathes along the moonlight scene! •201 Wl \. And soft the music of the main Rings from the motley tortoise-shell; While moonbeams, oer the watery plain,Seem trembling in its fitful swell. How sweet, when billows heave their head,And shake their snowy crests on high, Serene in Oceans sapphire-bed, Beneath the tumbling surge to lie ; To trace, with tranquil step, the deep,Where pearly drops of frozen dew, In concave shells, unconscious, sleep,Or shine with lustre, silvery blue ! Then shall the summer sun, from far,Pour through the wave a softer ray; While diamonds, in a bower of spar,At eve shall shed a brighter day. Nor stormy wind, nor wintry gale,That oer the angry ocean sweep, Shall eer our coral groves assail,Calm in the bosom of the deep. Through the green meads beneath the sea,Enamoured, we shall fondly stray ; Then, gentle warrior, dwell with me,And leave the Maid of Colonsay! Though bright thy locks of glistering gold,Fair maiden of the foamy main ! Thy life-blood is the water cold, While mine
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