Kilmeny

Kilmeny, Kilmeny, where have you been?
Lang hae we sought baith holt and dean;
By burn, by ford, by greenwood tree
Yet you are halesome and fair to see
Kilmeny look'd up wi' lovely grace
But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny's face;
As still was her look, and as still was her e'e
As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea
Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea
Kilmeny had been where the cock never crew
Where thе rain never fell, and thе wind never blew
But it seemed as the harp of the sky had rung
And the airs of heaven played round her tongue
When she spoke of the lovely forms she had seen
And a land where sin had never been;
A land of love and a land of light
Withouten sun, or moon, or night