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The scenes are desert now and bare	A
Where flourished once a forest fair	A
When these waste glens with copse were lined	B
And peopled with the hart and hind	B
Yon thorn perchance whose prickly spears	C
Have fenced him for three hundred years	C
While fell around his green compeers	C
Yon lonely thorn would he could tell	D
The changes of his parent dell	D
Since he so grey and stubborn now	E
Waved in each breeze a sapling bough	E
Would he could tell how deep the shade	F
A thousand mingled branches made	F
How broad the shadows of the oak	G
How clung the rowan to the rock	H
And through the foliage showed his head	I
With narrow leaves and berries red	I
What pines on every mountain sprung	J
O'er every dell what birches hung	J
In every breeze what aspens shook	K
What alders shaded every brook	K
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Here in my shade methinks he'd say	C
The mighty stag at noontide lay	C
The wolf I've seen a fiercer game	L
The neighbouring dingle bears his name	L
With lurching step around me prowl	M
And stop against the moon to howl	M
The mountain boar on battle set	N
His tusks upon my stem would whet	N
While doe and roe and red deer good	O
Have bounded by through gay greenwood	O
Then oft from Newark's riven tower	P
Sallied a Scottish monarch's power	P
A thousand vassals mustered round	Q
With horse and hawk and horn and hound	Q
And I might see the youth intent	R
Guard every pass with crossbow bent	R
And through the brake the rangers stalk	S
And falc'ners hold the ready hawk	S
And foresters in greenwood trim	T
Lead in the leash the gazehounds grim	T
Attentive as the bratchet's bay	C
From the dark covert drove the prey	C
To slip them as he broke away	C
The startled quarry bounds amain	E
As fast the gallant greyhounds strain	E
Whistles the arrow from the bow	E
Answers the arquebuss below	U
While all the rocking hills reply	V
To hoof clang hound and hunter's cry	V
And bugles ringing lightsomely	V
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Of such proud huntings many tales	C
Yet linger in our lonely dales	C
Up pathless Ettrick and on Yarrow	U
Where erst the outlaw drew his arrow	U
But not more blithe that silvan court	W
Than we have been at humbler sport	W
Though small our pomp and mean our game	L
Our mirth dear Mariott was the same	L
Remember'st thou my greyhounds true	X
O'er holt or hill there never flew	X
From slip or leash there never sprang	Y
More fleet of foot or sure of fang	Y
Nor dull between each merry chase	C
Passed by the intermitted space	C
For we had fair resource in store	Z
In Classic and in Gothic lore	Z
We marked each memorable scene	E
And held poetic talk between	E
Nor hill nor brook we paced along	A2
But had its legend or its song	A2
All silent now for now are still	V
Thy bowers untenanted Bowhill	V
No longer from thy mountains dun	E
The yeoman hears the well known gun	E
And while his honest heart glows Warm	B2
At thought of his paternal farm	C2
Round to his mates a brimmer fills	C
And drinks The Chieftain of the Hills	C
No fairy forms in Yarrow's bowers	C
Trip o'er the walks or tend the flowers	C
Fair as the elves whom Janet saw	C
By moonlight dance on Carterhaugh	D2
No youthful baron's left to grace	C
The forest sheriff's lonely chase	C
And ape in manly step and tone	E
The majesty of Oberon	E
And she is gone whose lovely face	C
Is but her least and lowest grace	C
Though if to sylphid queen 'twere given	E
To show our earth the charms of Heaven	E
She could not glide along the air	A
With form more light or face more fair	A
No more the widow's deafened ear	E2
Grows quick that lady's step to hear	E2
At noontide she expects her not	F2
Nor busies her to trim the cot	F2
Pensive she turns her humming wheel	V
Or pensive cooks her orphans' meal	V
Yet blesses ere she deals their bread	I
The gentle hand by which they're fed	I
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From Yair which hills so closely bind	B
Scarce can the Tweed his passage find	B
Though much he fret and chafe and toil	V
Till all his eddying currents boil	V
Her long descended lord is gone	E
And left us by the stream alone	E
And much I miss those sportive boys	C
Companions of my mountain joys	C
Just at the age 'twixt boy and youth	G2
When thought is speech and speech is truth	G2
Close to my side with what delight	H2
They pressed to hear of Wallace wight	H2
When pointing to his airy mound	Q
I called his ramparts holy ground	Q
Kindled their brows to hear me speak	I2
And I have smiled to feel my cheek	I2
Despite the difference of our years	C
Return again the glow of theirs	C
Ah happy boys such feelings pure	J2
They will not cannot long endure	J2
Condemned to stem the world's rude tide	K2
You may not linger by the side	K2
For Fate shall thrust you from the shore	Z
And Passion ply the sail and oar	Z
Yet cherish the remembrance still	V
Of the lone mountain and the rill	V
For trust dear boys the time will come	L2
When fiercer transport shall be dumb	L2
And you will think right frequently	V
But well I hope without a sigh	V
On the free hours that we have spent	R
Together on the brown hill's bent	R
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When musing on companions gone	E
We doubly feel ourselves alone	E
Something my friend we yet may gain	E
There is a pleasure in this pain	E
It soothes the love of lonely rest	M2
Deep in each gentler heart impressed	M2
'Tis silent amid worldly toils	C
And stifled soon by mental broils	C
But in a bosom thus prepared	N2
Its still small voice is often heard	O2
Whispering a mingled sentiment	P2
'Twixt resignation and content	R
Oft in my mind such thoughts awake	Q2
By lone Saint Mary's silent lake	Q2
Thou know'st it well nor fen nor sedge	R2
Pollute the pure lake's crystal edge	R2
Abrupt and sheer the mountains sink	S2
At once upon the level brink	S2
And just a trace of silver sand	T2
Marks where the water meets the land	T2
Far in the mirror bright and blue	V
Each hill's huge outline you may view	V
Shaggy with heath but lonely bare	A
Nor tree nor bush nor brake is there	A
Save where of land yon slender line	E
Bears thwart the lake the scattered pine	E
Yet even this nakedness has power	P
And aids the feeling of the hour	P
Nor thicket dell nor copse you spy	V
Where living thing concealed might lie	V
Nor point retiring hides a dell	V
Where swain or woodman lone might dwell	V
There's nothing left to fancy's guess	C
You see that all is loneliness	C
And silence aids though the steep hills	C
Send to the lake a thousand rills	C
In summer tide so soft they weep	U2
The sound but lulls the ear asleep	U2
Your horse's hoof tread sounds too rude	V2
So stilly is the solitude	V2
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Nought living meets the eye or ear	E2
But well I ween the dead are near	W2
For though in feudal strife a foe	U
Hath lain our Lady's chapel low	U
Yet still beneath the hallowed soil	V
The peasant rests him from his toil	V
And dying bids his bones be laid	F
Where erst his simple fathers prayed	F
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If age had tamed the passion's strife	X2
And fate had cut my ties to life	X2
Here have I thought 'twere sweet to dwell	V
And rear again the chaplain's cell	V
Like that same peaceful hermitage	Y2
Where Milton longed to spend his age	Z2
'Twere sweet to mark the setting day	C
On Bourhope's lonely top decay	C
And as it faint and feeble died	K2
On the broad lake and mountain's side	K2
To say Thus pleasures fade away	C
Youth talents beauty thus decay	C
And leave us dark forlorn and grey	C
Then gaze on Dryhope's ruined tower	P
And think on Yarrow's faded Flower	P
And when that mountain sound I heard	O2
Which bids us be for storm prepared	N2
The distant rustling of his wings	C
As up his force the tempest brings	C
'Twere sweet ere yet his terrors rave	A3
To sit upon the wizard's grave	A3
That wizard priest's whose bones are thrust	B3
From company of holy dust	B3
On which no sunbeam ever shines	C
So superstition's creed divines	C
Thence view the lake with sullen roar	Z
Heave her broad billows to the shore	Z
And mark the wild swans mount the gale	V
Spread wide through mist their snowy sail	V
And ever stoop again to lave	A3
Their bosoms on the surging wave	A3
Then when against the driving hail	V
No longer might my plaid avail	V
Back to my lonely home retire	C3
And light my lamp and trim my fire	P
There ponder o'er some mystic lay	C
Till the wild tale had all its sway	C
And in the bittern's distant shriek	I2
I heard unearthly voices speak	I2
And thought the wizard priest was come	L2
To claim again his ancient home	D3
And bade my busy fancy range	E3
To frame him fitting shape and strange	E3
Till from the task my brow I cleared	F3
And smiled to think that I had feared	F3
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But chief 'twere sweet to think such life	X2
Though but escape from fortune's strife	X2
Something most matchless good and wise	C
A great and grateful sacrifice	C
And deem each hour to musing given	E
A step upon the road to heaven	E
	-
Yet him whose heart is ill at ease	C
Such peaceful solitudes displease	C
He loves to drown his bosom's jar	G3
Amid the elemental war	Z
And my black Palmer's choice had been	E
Some ruder and more savage scene	E
Like that which frowns round dark Lochskene	E
There eagles scream from isle to shore	Z
Down all the rocks the torrents roar	Z
O'er the black waves incessant driven	E
Dark mists infect the summer heaven	E
Through the rude barriers of the lake	Q2
Away its hurrying waters break	Q2
Faster and whiter dash and curl	V
Till down yon dark abyss they hurl	V
Rises the fog smoke white as snow	E
Thunders the viewless stream below	E
Diving as if condemned to lave	A3
Some demon's subterranean cave	A3
Who prisoned by enchanter's spell	V
Shakes the dark rock with groan and yell	V
And well that Palmer's form and mien	E
Had suited with the stormy scene	E
Just on the edge straining his ken	E
To view the bottom of the den	E
Where deep deep down and far within	E
Toils with the rocks the roaring linn	E
Then issuing forth one foamy wave	A3
And wheeling round the giant's grave	A3
White as the snowy charger's tail	V
Drives down the pass of Moffatdale	V
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Marriott thy harp on Isis strung	J
To many a Border theme has rung	J
Then list to me and thou shalt know	E
Of this mysterious man of woe	E