Mark Alexander Boyd (1796-1849)

Sonet

Fra bank to bank, fra wood to wood I rin,
	Ourhailit with my feeble fantasie;
	Like til a leaf that fallis from a tree,
Or til a reed ourblawin with the win.

Twa gods guides me: the ane of tham is blin,
	Yea and a bairn brocht up in vanitie;
	The next a wife ingenrit of the sea,
And lichter nor a dauphin with her fin.

Unhappy is the man for evermair
	That tills the sand and sawis in the air;
	But twice unhappier is he, I lairn,
That feidis in his hairt a mad desire,
And follows on a woman throw the fire,
	Led by a blind and teachit by a bairn.

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