WHEN THE DEW IS FALLING
WHEN the dew is falling
I have heard a calling
Of aerial sweet voices o’er the low green hill;
And when the moon is dying
I have heard a crying
Where the brown burn slippeth thro’ the
hollows green and still.
And O the sorrow upon me,
The grey grief upon me,
For a voice that whispered once, and now for aye is still!
O heart forsaken, calling
When the dew is falling.
To the one that comes not ever o’er the low green hill!
Macleod, Fiona. “When the Dew is Falling.” The Evergreen; A Northern Seasonal, vol. 4, Winter 1896-7, p. 43. Evergreen Digital Edition, edited by Lorraine Janzen Kooistra, 2016-2018. Yellow Nineties 2.0, Ryerson University Centre for Digital Humanities, 2019. https://1890s.ca/egv4_macleod_dew/