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Before me begging did she stand,
on English Land
And yet a boon I gave her; for the Creature Was beautiful to see; "a Weed of glorious feature!"
I left her, and pursued my way;
The Taller followed with his hat in hand, Wreathed round with yellow flowers, the gayest of
The Other wore a rimless crown, With leaves of laurel stuck about: And they both followed up and down, Each whooping with a merry shout: In their fraternal features I could trace Unquestionable lines of that wild Suppliant's face.
They bolted on me thus, and lo!
"That cannot be," one answered," She is dead." Nay but I gave her pence, and she will buy you
"She has been dead, Sir, many a day."
And in the twinkling of an eye,
"Come, come!" cried one; and, without more
Off to some other play they both together flew.
(See the various Poems the Scene of which is laid upon the Banks of the Yarrow; in particular, the exquisite Ballad of Hamilton, beginning
"Busk ye, busk ye, my bonny, bonny Bride,
FROM Stirling Castle we had seen
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
"Let Yarrow Folk, frae Selkirk Town,
There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs,
Both lying right before us;
And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed
Made blithe with plough and harrow :
in search of Yarrow?
What's Yarrow but a River bare
That glides the dark hills under ?
There are a thousand such elsewhere
As worthy of your wonder."
-Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn;
My True-love sighed for sorrow;
And looked me in the face, to think
I thus could speak of Yarrow !
"Oh! green," said I, "are Yarrow's Holms, And sweet is Yarrow flowing!
Fair hangs the apple frae the rock *,
O'er hilly path, and open Strath,
Let Beeves and home-bred Kine partake
Be Yarrow Stream unseen, unknown!
It must, or we shall rue it :
We have a vision of our own;
Ah! why should we undo it?
* See Hamilton's Ballad, as above.