Paul Richardson

“ And she cried, “This world of ours has its gardens and its flowers,
And the birds sing in the bowers songs of love for evermore,
Full as sweet as they sing even in the happy Starralore.
Ah, why lovest thou the rattle and the rush and roar of battle?
Lo, our flocks are in the valleys! let us garner up our store!
And we’ll live a life enchanted: and our homestead shall be haunted
By the happy angels granted to Love’s prayers for evermore:
Love shall bless us with blithe angels, fair as those of Starralore.” ”

“ There my spirit haunts and hovers, for there are all my lovers:
I can hear their happy voices on the far-off happy shore:
I can feel the breezes blowing, hear the happy rivers flowing,
Where immortal flowers are growing and the birds sing evermore ”

“ A lang way up, a wee way down,
In troth, an unco’ way, sir.
Some on horse, and some on foot,
Comes hither many a score, sir:
Wha finds the way to Jeannie’s heart,
Maun bring a coach and four, sir. ”