Millie Macgill

I watch'd thy merry gambols on the sand,
And ask'd thy name beside the morning sea;
Sweet came thine answer, with thy little hand
Upon the spade, and thy blue eyes on me,
Millie Macgill. I know not where thou art,
Since that brief greeting by Ardrossan shore,
But still thy guileless voice delights my heart,
Though I should never see nor hear thee more.
Where art thou, little darling of the past?
Since that bright mom the silent years have flown,
And now thy beauty must be fully grown:
Dost thou still live? Art thou unwedded still?
Or are those silver sounds disjoined at last,
Thy seaside names of Millie and Macgill?