midnight
` I traversed the fold , and upward among the trees -- Each place , far and near , wherein I was wont to salute my love . When I looked down from the crag , and beheld the fair-haired stranger dallying with his bride , I wished I had never revisited the glen of my dreams . SUCH THINGS CAME INTO MY HEART AS THAT SUN WAS GOING DOWN , ` Since it has been heard that the carpenter had persuaded thee , My sleep is disturbed -- busy is foolishness within me at midnight . The kindness that has been between us , I can not shake off that memory in visions ; Thou callest me not to thy side ; but love is to me for a messenger . THERE IS STRIFE WITHIN ME , AND I TOSS TO BE AT LIBERTY ; AND EVER THE CLOSER IT CLINGS , AND THE DELUSION IS GROWING TO ` Anne , yellow-haired daughter of Donald , surely thou knowest not how it is with me -- That it is old love , unrepaid , which has worn down from me my strength ; That when far from thee , beyond many mountains , the wound in my heart was throbbing , Stirring , and searching for ever , as when I sat beside thee on the turf .