Castle Dangerous, by Walter Scott

As I stood by yon roofless tower,

Where the wa’flower scents the dewy air,

Where the howlet mourns in her ivy bower,

And tells the midnight moon her care:

The winds were laid, the air was still,

The stars they shot along the sky;

The Fox was howling on the hill,

And the distant echoing glens reply.

ROBERT BURNS.