SCOTCH BALLAD. Helen Maria Williams Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Williams, Helen Maria, 1759-1827. Poems on various subjects: with introductory remarks on the present state of science and literature in France. London G. and W. B. Whittaker 1823 pp. [156]-158.

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SCOTCH BALLAD . AH , EVAN , by thy winding stream How once I lov'd to stray , And view the morning's redd'ning beam , Or charm of closing day ! To yon dear grot by EVAN'S side , How oft my steps were led ; Where far beneath the waters glide , And thick the woods are spread ! But I no more a charm can see In EVAN'S lovely glades ; And drear and desolate to me Are those enchanting shades . While far — how far from EVAN'S bowers , My wand'ring lover flies ; Where dark the angry tempest lowers , And high the billows rise ! And O , where'er the wand'rer goes , Is that poor mourner dear , Who gives , while soft the EVAN flows , Each passing wave a tear ? And does he now that grotto view ? On those steep banks still gaze ? In fancy does he still pursue The EVAN'S lovely maze ? O come ! repass the stormy wave , O toil for gold no more ! Our love a dearer pleasure gave On EVAN'S peaceful shore . Leave not my breaking heart to mourn The joys so long denied ; Ah , soon to those green banks return , Where EVAN meets the CLYDE .