"The Melancholy Melodies of a Highland Lass: A Poetic Journey Through Time and Emotion"

Behold her single in the field yon solitary highland lass!

Reaping and singing by herself; Alone she cuts and binds the grain,

Stop here, or gently pass!

And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound

More welcome notes to weary bands

Of travellers in some shady haunt, Among Arabian sands:

A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard

In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird Breaking the silence of the seas

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Among the farthest Hebrides,

Will no one tell me what she sings? Excutive senti Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow

For old, unhappy, far-off things

And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay,

Familiar matter of to-day? riming mod

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?

Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang a

As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work,

And o'er the sickle bending;I listened, motionless and still;

And, as I mounted up the hill, The music in my heart I bore

Long after it was heard no more.