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5 And when we came to Clovenford,
“Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town, 10 Who have been buying, selling,
Go back to Yarrow, 't is their own;
Hares couch, and rabbits burrow !
Nor turn aside to Yarrow.
“ There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, Both lying right before us;
And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed 20 The lintwhites sing in chorus ;
There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land
in search of Yarrow?
25" What's Yarrow but a river bare,
That glides the dark hills under ?
Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn! 30 My true love sighed for sorrow;
And looked me in the face, to think
9. Frae. Scottish for from.
“Oh, green,” said I, " are Yarrow's holms,
And sweet is Yarrow flowing !
But we will leave it growing.
But, though so near, we will not turn 40 Into the dale of Yarrow.
“Let beeves and homebred kine partake
Float double, swan and shadow!
To-day, nor yet to-morrow;
“ Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown ! 50 It must, or we shall rue it:
We have a vision of our own; Ah! why should we undo it ? The treasured dreams of times long past, We'll keep them, winsome Marrow! 55 For when we ’re there, although 't is fair,
'T will be another Yarrow !
“If care with freezing years should come, And wandering seem but folly,
Should we be loth to stir from home, 60 And yet be melancholy,
Should life be dull, and spirits low,
my Fellow-traveller and I were walking by the side of Loch Ketterine, one fine evening after sunset, in our road to a hut where, in the course of our tour, we had been hospitably entertained some weeks before, we met, in one of the loneliest parts of that solitary region, two well-dressed women, one of whom said to us, by way of greeting, “What, you are stepping westward ?”
“ What, you are stepping westward?” — “ Yea.” - 'T would be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange land, and far from home, 5 Were in this place the guests of chance : Yet who would stop, or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on?
The dewy ground was dark and cold; 10 Behind, all gloomy to behold;
And stepping westward seemed to be
Of something without place or bound; 15 And seemed to give me spiritual right
To travel through that region bright.
The voice was soft, and she who spake
The salutation had to me
Its power was felt; and while my eye
The echo of the voice inwrought
A human sweetness with the thought
Before me in my endless way.
COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE.
EARTH has not anything to show more fair:
Never did sun more beautifully steep,
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
A FLOCK of sheep that leisurely pass by, One after one; the sound of rain, and bees Murmuring ; the fall of rivers, winds and seas, Smooth fields, white sheets of water, and pure sky; 5 I have thought of all by turns, and yet to lie Sleepless! and soon the small birds' melodies Must hear, first uttered from my orchard trees; And the first cuckoo's melancholy cry.
Even thus last night, and two nights more, I lay, 10 And could not win thee, Sleep! by any stealth ;
So do not let me wear to-night away:
IT IS A BEAUTEOUS EVENING, CALM AND
It is a beauteous evening, calm and free,
Dear child! dear girl! that walkest with me here, 10 If thou appear untouched by solemın thought,
Thy nature is not therefore less divine:
EXTEMPORE EFFUSION UPON THE DEATH
OF JAMES HOGG.
WHEN first, descending from the moorlands,
The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide. 4. James Hogg was a shepherd in the Vale of Ettrick, who had a slight but genuine poetic gift. He was a friend of Walter Scott's