SONG, WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR, CALLED “THE PURSUIT OF LOVE.”

SONG, WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR, CALLED “THE PURSUIT OF LOVE.” Joanna Baillie 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. Baillie, Joanna, 1762-1851. Fugitive Verses. By Joanna Baillie, author of “Dramas on the Passions,“ etc. London Edward Moxon, Dover Street. MDCCCXL. 1840 p. 364.

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SONG , WRITTEN FOR A WELCH AIR , CALLED “ THE PURSUIT OF LOVE . ” O , welcome , bat and owlet gray , Thus winging low your airy way ! And welcome , moth and drowsy fly , That to mine ear come humming by ! And welcome , shadows dim and deep , And stars that through the pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air ; Her steps are in the whispered sound That steals along the stilly ground . O dawn of day , in rosy bower , What art thou to this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright , What art thou to the fall of night ?