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If Care with freezing years should come,
And wandering seem but folly,
Should life be dull, and spirits low,
The bonny Holms of Yarrow !"
AND is this
Of which my fancy cherish'd,
So faithfully, a waking dream?
An image that hath perish'd!
O that some Minstrel's harp were near,
To utter notes of gladness,
And chase this silence from the air, my
heart with sadness!
This the Stream
Nor have these eyes by greener hills
Been soothed, in all my wanderings.
Is visibly delighted;
For not a feature of those hills
Is in the mirror slighted.
a silvery current flows
A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow vale,
All profitless dejection;
Though not unwilling here to admit
Where was it that the famous Flower
His bed perchance was yon smooth mound
And haply from this crystal pool,
The Water-wraith ascended thrice-
Delicious is the Lay that sings
The path that leads them to the grove,
And Pity sanctifies the verse
Bear witness, rueful Yarrow !
But thou, that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation :
Meek loveliness is round thee spread,
A softness still and holy;
The grace of forest charms decayed,
That Region left, the Vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature, With Yarrow winding through the pomp
Of cultivated nature;
And, rising from those lofty groves,
Behold a Ruin hoary!
The shattered front of Newark's Towers, Renowned in Border story.
Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom,
For manhood to enjoy his strength ;-
Yon Cottage seems a bower of bliss
It promises protection
To all the nestling brood of thoughts
How sweet on this autumnal day,
And what if I enwreathed my own!
"Twere no offence to reason;
The sober Hills thus deck their brows
And gladsome notes my lips can breathe,
The vapours linger round the Heights,
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine
Will dwell with me to heighten joy,
And cheer my mind in sorrow.