Morven Aberdeenshire

Lord Byron When I roved a Young Highlander

 

When I rov'd a young Highlander O'er the dark heath,

And Climb'd thy steep summit, Oh Movren of Snow!

To gaze on the torrent that thunder'd beneath,

Or the mist of the tempest that gather'd below;

Untutor'd by Science, a stranger to fear,

And rude as the rocks, where my infancy grew,

No feeling, save one, to my bosom was dear;

Need I say, my sweet Mary, 'twas centred in you ?

 

 

 

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