Alone she cuts and binds the grain, No Nightingale did ever chaunt A voice so thrilling ne'er was heard Will no one tell me what she sings?— And battles long ago: Or is it some. more humble lay, Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, 5 IO 15 20 25 30 YARROW UNVISITED. From Stirling castle we had seen The mazy Forth unravelled; Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay, 'Let Yarrow folk, frae Selkirk town, On Yarrow's banks let herons feed, 5. IO But we will downward with the Tweed, 15 'There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs, Both lying right before us; And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land Made blithe with plough and harrow: 20 '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, But we will leave it growing. But, though so near, we will not turn 'Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; We will not see them; will not go, 'Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown! 25 30 355 40 45 50 50 The treasured dreams of times long past, 'If Care with freezing years should come, And wandering seem but folly, Should we be loth to stir from home, And yet be melancholy; Should life be dull, and spirits low, 'Twill soothe us in our sorrow, That earth hath something yet to show, The bonny holms of Yarrow!' SHE WAS A PHANTOM OF DELIGHT. She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; 5 Like Twilight's, too, her, dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; To haunt, to startle, and way-lay. ΙΟ I saw her upon nearer view, A Spirit, yet a Woman too! A countenance in which did meet Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene 155 20 25 30 I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD. I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, A host, of golden daffodils; 5 |