'That line, mem,' remarked Robert, ''s only jist scrattit in, as gin
he had no intention o' leavin' 't, an' only set it there to keep
room for anither. But we'll jist gang on wi' the lave o' 't. I
ouchtna to hae interruppit it.'
When the sun was setting,
All the clouds were getting
Beautiful and silvery in the rising moon;
Beneath the leafless trees
Wrangling in the breeze,
I could hardly see them for the leaves of June.
When the day had ended,
And the night descended,
I heard the sound of streams that I heard not through the day
And every peak afar,
Was ready for a star,
And they climbed and rolled around until the morning gray.
Then slumber soft and holy
Came down upon me slowly;
And I went I know not whither, and I lived I know not how;
My glory had been banished,
For when I woke it vanished,
But I waited on it's coming, and I am waiting now.
'There!' said Robert, ending, 'can ye mak onything o' that, Miss St.
John?'
'I don't say I can in words,' she answered; 'but I think I could put
it all into music.'
'But surely ye maun hae some notion o' what it's aboot afore you can
do that.'
'Yes; but I have some notion of what it's about, I think. Just lend
it to me; and by the time we have our next lesson, you will see
whether I'm not able to show you I understand it. I shall take good
care of it,' she added, with a smile, seeing Robert's reluctance to
part with it.
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