Song—I Dreamd I Lay

  song—i dream'd i lay
  i dream'd i lay where flowers were springing
  gaily in the sunny beam;
  list'ning to the wild birds singing,
  by a falling crystal stream:
  straight the sky grew black and daring;
  thro' the woods the whirlwinds rave;
  tress with aged arms were warring,
  o'er the swelling drumlie wave.
  such was my life's deceitful morning,
  such the pleasures i enjoyed:
  but lang or noon, loud tempests storming
  a' my flowery bliss destroy'd.
  tho' fickle fortune has deceiv'd me—
  she promis'd fair, and perform'd but ill,
  of mony a joy and hope bereav'd me—
  i bear a heart shall support me still.