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Observe ye not yon high cliff's brow	A
Up which a wanderer clambers slow	B
'T is by a hoary ruin crown'd	C
Which rocks when shrill winds whistle round	C
That is an ancient knightly hold	D
Alas it droops deserted cold	D
And sad and cheerless seems to gaze	E
Back back to yon heroic days	E
When youthful Kemps completely arm'd	F
And lovely maids around it swarm'd	G
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You in the tower a hole may see	H
A window there has ceas'd to be	H
From that once lean'd a damsel bright	I
In evening's red and fading light	I
And star'd intently down the way	J
Up which should come her lover gay	J
But time it flies on rapid wing	K
Far off a church is towering	K
Within it stand two marble stones	L
That rest above the lovers' bones	L
But see the wanderer with pain	M
Has reach'd the pile he wish'd to gain	M
Whilst Sol behind the ruin'd walls	N
Down into sacred nature falls	N
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See there two hostile nobles fight	I
With tiger rage and giant might	I
There's seen no smoke there's heard no shot	O
For guns and powder yet were not	O
'T was custom then when foemen warr'd	O
To win or lose with spear and sword	O
A wild heroic song they yell	P
And each the other seeks to fell	P
Oft oft her ownself to destroy	Q
Her own hand nature does employ	Q
There casts the hill up fire flakes	R
And Earth's gigantic body quakes	R
There lightnings through the high blue flash	S
And ocean's billows wildly dash	S
There men 'gainst men their muscles strain	M
And deal out death and wounds and pain	M
O Nature to thyself show less	T
Of hate and more of tenderness	U
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How dusky is the air around	O
We are no more above the ground	O
But down we wend within the hill	V
Whose springs our ears with hissings fill	V
See there how rich the ruddy gold	O
Winds snakeways 'midst the clammy mould	O
And hard green stone By torches' ray	J
The harvest there men mow away	J
But see ye not yon gath'ring cloud	O
Which 'gainst them cometh paley proud	O
That holds the spirit of the hill	V
Who brings death in its hand so chill	V
If down they do not quickly fall	W
Most certainly 't will slay them all	W
For sorely wrathful is its mood	O
Because they break its solitude	O
Because its treasure off they bear	X
And fling light o'er its gloomy lair	X
'T is white and Kobbold is the name	Y
Which it from oldest days does claim	Y
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Now back at once into time we go	B
For many a hundred years I trow	B
A gothic chamber salutes your sight	O
A taper gleams feebly through the night	O
A ghostly man by the board you see	H
With his hand to his temples muses he	H
Parchments with age discolour'd and dun	Z
Ancient shields all written upon	A2
Tree bark bearing ciphers half defac'd	O
Stones with Runes and characters grac'd	O
Things of more worth than ye are aware	X
On the mighty table are pil'd up there	X
He gazes now in exstatic trance	B2
Through the casement out into nature's expanse	B2
Whene'er we sit at the lone midnight	O
And stare out into the dubious light	O
Whilst the pallid moon is peering o'er	C2
Ruin'd cloister and crumbling tower	C2
Feelings so wondrous strange come o'er us	U
The past and the future arise before us	U
The present fadeth unmark'd away	J
In the garb of insignificancy	U
He gazes up into nature's height	O
The noble man with his eye so bright	O
He gazes up to the starry skies	U
Whither sooner or later we hope to rise	U
And now he takes in haste the pen	D2
And the spirit of Oldom flows from it amain	D2
The scatter'd Goth songs he changes unto	O
An Epic which maketh each bosom to glow	B
Thanks to the old Monk toiling thus	U
They call him Saxo Grammaticus	U
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An open field before you lies	U
A wind burst o'er its bosom sighs	U
Now all is still all seems asleep	E2
'Midst of the field there stands a heap	E2
Upon the heap stand Runic stones	U
Thereunder rest gigantic bones	U
From Arild's time that heap stands there	X
But now 't is till'd with utmost care	X
In order that its owner may	J
Thereoff reap golden corn one day	J
Oft has he tried the niggard soul	F2
The mighty stones away to roll	F2
As useless burdens of his ground	O
But they for that too big were found	O
See see the moon through cloud and rack	G2
Looks down upon the letters black	G2
And when the ghost its form uprears	U
He shines upon its bursting tears	U
For oh the moon's an ancient man	D2
Describe him mortal tongue ne'er can	D2
He shines alike serene and bright	O
At midmost hour of witching night	O
Upon the spot of love and glee	H
And on the gloomy gallows tree	H
Upon each Rune behold him stare	X
While off he hastes through fields of air	X
He understands those signs I'll gage	H2
Whose meaning lies in sunken age	H2
And if he were in speaking state	O
No doubt the old man could relate	O
Strange things that have on earth occurr'd	O
Of which fame ne'er has said a word	O
But since with look with look alone	D2
He cannot those events make known	D2
He waketh from his height sublime	I2
Mere longing for the dark gone time	I2

George Borrow

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