The Scottish Celtic review

'——!:224 Coir'-a'-Cheathaich.From tall tree-branches the blackbird whistled,And the grey bird joined with his sweet "coo-coo"Everywhere was the blithesome chorus,Till the glen was murmuring thro' and thro'.Then out of the shelter of every corriCame forth the creature whose home is thereFirst proudly stepping, with branching antlers,The snorting I'ed-deer forsook his lair ;Through the sparkling fen he rushed rejoicing.Or gently played by his heart's delightThe hind of the mountain, the sweet brown princess,So fine, so dainty, so staid, so slight !Under the light-green branches creeping,The brown doe cropt the leaves unseen.While the proud buck gravely stared around him,And stainp'd his feet on his couch of green;Smooth and speckled, with soft pink nostrils,With beauteous head lay the tiny kid;All apart in the dewy rushes.Sleeping unseen in its nest, 'twas hid.My beauteous corri ! ray misty corriWhat light feet trod thee in joy and pride,What strong hands gathered thy precious treasures,What great hearts leapt on thy craggy sideSoft and round was the nest they plundered,Where the brindled bee his honey hathThe speckled bee that flies, softly humming,From flower to flower of the lonely strath.There, thin-skinn'd, smooth, in clustering bunche.s,With sweetest kernels as white as cream.From branches green the sweet juice drawing.The nuts were growing beside the streamAnd the stream went dancing merrily onwardAnd the ripe red rowan was on its brim,And gently there in the wind of morningThe new-leaved .sapling waved soft and slim.And all around the lovely corriThe wild birds sat on their nests so neat,