Explore "Songs of Angus: THE GEAN-TREES" by Violet Jacob on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I mind, when I dream at nicht, / Whaur the bonnie Sidlaws stand / Wi' their feet on the dark'nin' land / An their heids i' the licht; / An the thochts o' youth roll back / Like wreaths frae the hillside track / In the Vale o' Strathmore; / And the autumn leaves are turnin' / And the flame o' the gean-trees burnin' / Roond the white hoose door.
Aye me, when spring cam' green / And May-month decked the shaws / There was scarce a blink o' the wa's / For the flower o' the gean; / But when the hills were blue / Ye could see them glintin' through / An the sun i' the lift; / An the flower o' the gean-trees fa'in' / Was like pairls frae the branches snawin' / In a lang white drift.
Thae trees are fair and gay / When May-month's in her prime, / But I'm thrawn wi' the blasts o' time / An my heid's white as they; / But an auld man aye thinks lang / O' the hauchs he played amang / In his braw youth-tide; / An there's ane that aye keeps yearnin' / For a hoose whaur the leaves are turnin' / An the flame o' the gean-tree burnin' / By the Sidlaws' side.