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The Tryst

William Soutar

O luely, luely, cam she in
And luely she lay doun:
I kent her be her caller lips
And her breists sae sma’ and roun’.

A’ thru the nicht we spak nae word
Nor sinder’d bane frae bane:
A’ thru the nicht I heard her hert
Gang soundin’ wi’ my ain.

It was about the waukrife hour
When cocks begin to craw
That she smool’d saftly thru the mirk
Afore the day wud daw.

Sae luely, luely, cam she in
Saie luely was she gaen;
And wi’ her a’ my simmer days
Like they had never been.


William Soutar

from Poems in Scots (The Moray Press, 1935), and included in Into a Room: selected poems of William Soutar ( Argyll Publishing, 2000)

© National Library of Scotland. Reproduced by permission of the National Library of Scotland.

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William Soutar1898 - 1943

William Soutar overcame his ill-health to write poetry in celebration of ‘the generosity of life’, and much verse in Scots for children.
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