Kilmeny of the Orchard

"Kilmeny looked up with a lovely grace,But nae smile was seen on Kilmeny?s face;As still was her look, and as still was her ee,As the stillness that lay on the emerant lea,Or the mist that sleeps on a waveless sea.. . . . . . . . . . . . .Such beauty bard may never declare,For there was no pride nor passion there;. . . . . . . . . . . . .Her seymar was the lily flower,And her cheek the moss-rose in the shower;And her voice like the distant melodyeThat floats along the twilight sea."