Song—I Dreamd I Lay

    song—i dream'd i lay

    i dream'd i lay where flowers were springing

    gaily in the sunny beam;

    list'ning to the wild birds singing,

    by a falling crystal stream:

    straight the sky grew black and daring;

    thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;

    tress with aged arms were warring,

    o'er the swelling drumlie wave.

    such was my life's deceitful morning,

    such the pleasures i enjoyed:

    but lang or noon, loud tempests storming

    a' my flowery bliss destroy'd.

    tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me—

    she promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,

    of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me—

    i bear a heart shall support me still.