01.01.2011, 13:55
MILLIE MACGILL
I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,
And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea ;
Sweet came thine answer, with thy little hand
Upon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me,
Millie Macgill. I know not where thou art.
Since that brief greeting by Ardrossan shore.
But still thy guileless voice delights my heart.
Though I should never see nor hear thee more.
Where art thou, little darling of the past ?
Since that bright morn the silent years have flown,
And now thy beauty must be fully grown :
Dost thou still live? Art thou unwedded still?
Or are those silver sounds disjoined at last,
Thy seaside names of Millie and Macgill ?
I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,
And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea ;
Sweet came thine answer, with thy little hand
Upon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me,
Millie Macgill. I know not where thou art.
Since that brief greeting by Ardrossan shore.
But still thy guileless voice delights my heart.
Though I should never see nor hear thee more.
Where art thou, little darling of the past ?
Since that bright morn the silent years have flown,
And now thy beauty must be fully grown :
Dost thou still live? Art thou unwedded still?
Or are those silver sounds disjoined at last,
Thy seaside names of Millie and Macgill ?