Classic Poem

1

Sweet the sun shines on the wild heaving sea;
Sweet heaves the wind, oer the dark waving tree;
There, sweet the bright sun smiles,
There, gladly lorn labour toils,
While the sea waves, and boils;
All the long day.

2

And hither my Katie roams down the lone glen,
'Mong moor's, and 'mong mountains, and far fra' a men — ,
Sweet is her shape, and air,
O she is more than fair,
While the burn' dances there,
Down the green brae. —