And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
A thief sae pawkie is my Jean,
To steal a blink, by a' unseen;
But gleg as light are lover's een,
When kind love is in her e'e.
To what dark cave of frozen night
Shall poor Sylvander hie;
Depriv'd of thee, his life and light,
The sun of all his joy?
Misled by fancy's meteor ray, By passion driven But yet the light that led astray Was light from heaven.
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