Halloween（8 / 9）

  was timmer-propt for thrawin:
  he taks a swirlie auld moss-oak
  for some black, grousome carlin;
  an' loot a winze, an' drew a stroke,
  till skin in blypes cam haurlin
  aff's nieves that night.
  a wanton widow leezie was,
  as cantie as a kittlen;
  but och! that night, amang the shaws,
  she gat a fearfu' settlin!
  she thro' the whins, an' by the cairn,
  an' owre the hill gaed scrievin;
  whare three lairds' lan's met at a burn,
  to dip her left sark-sleeve in,
  was bent that night.
  whiles owre a linn the burnie plays,
  as thro' the glen it wimpl't;
  whiles round a rocky scar it strays,
  whiles in a wiel it dimpl't;
  whiles glitter'd to the nightly rays,
  wi' bickerin', dancin' dazzle;
  whiles cookit undeneath the braes,
  below the spreading hazel
  unseen that night.
  amang the brachens, on the brae,
  between her an' the moon,
  the deil, or else an outler quey,
  gat up an' ga'e a croon:
  poor leezie's heart maist lap the hool;
  near lav'rock-height she jumpit, ↑返回顶部↑