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Circa Date
circa 1863
Transcription
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Away hath [pafsed] [passed] the heather bell
That bloomed so rich on Needpath fell
(Sheep) Stray sadly by Glenkinnon’s rill
For here be some have pricked as far
On Scottish ground as to Dunbar
When these waste glens with copse were lined
And peopled with the hart and hind
Once the Royal hunting ground Ettrick Forest
Nor hill nor brook we paced along
But had its legend or its song
No fairy forms in Yarrow’s bowers
Trip oer the walks or tend the flowers
From Yair - which hills so closely bind
Scarce can the Tweed his [pafsage] [passage] find
Though much he chafe and fret and toil
Till all his eddying currents boil
And much I [mips] [miss] those sportive boys
Companions of my mountain joys
Just as the age twixt boy and youth
When thought is speech and speech is truth.
When musing on companions gone
We doubly feel ourselves alone
-A [mingled] sentiment
[Source] of the Yarrow
Twixt resignation and content
Oft in my mind such thoughts awake
By lone St. Mary’s [Silent] lake
Thou knowest it well nor fen nor sedge
Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge
Abrupt and sheer the mountain sink
And just a trace of silver sand
Marks where the water meets the land
Yet even this nakedness has power
And aids the feeling of the hour
Then gaze on Dryhops’s ruined tower
- savage scene
Like that which frowns’ rounds dark Lochskene
--They wrestled down
Feeling their nature strove to own.
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