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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341284" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A Border Burn</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where Autumn runnels fret and foam<br>Past banks of amber fern,<br>Since track was none I chanced to roam<br>Along a Border burn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rain was gone, the winds were furled,<br>No cloud was in the sky,<br>So that there seemed in all the world<br>Only the stream and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At length upon a grey-green stone<br>I sate me down to dream,<br>Till, with its flow familiar grown,<br>I thus addressed the stream:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Dear Border Burn, that had your birth<br>Where hills stand bright and high,<br>Whose lowlier parent is the earth,<br>Whose loftier the sky;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Half-heavenly therefore in your source,<br>Withal to man akin,<br>Betraying by your wayward course<br>Your mingled origin;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Why, in a scene so fair as this,<br>Not linger while you may,<br>And lengthen out unchided bliss<br>In childlike holiday?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Encircled here by native hills,<br>And fringed by wilding flowers,<br>With all your playmate sister rills<br>To wile away the hours,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Past glowing heather, silvery sedge,<br>You hurry on, and on,<br>Rush at the rock, then leap the ledge,<br>All eager to be gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``For you the mavis thrills the brake,<br>For you the laverocks soar,<br>And even snow and sleet but make<br>You dance and sing the more.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``The water-ouzels dip and shoot<br>Amid your flashing spray,<br>Where flapping heron, skimming coot,<br>Forage, and pair, and play.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``The forest doe forsakes the hill,<br>Companioned by her fawn,<br>In your clear pools to drink her fill,<br>As darkness yields to dawn.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``When meadows gleam with burnished gold,<br>Some tender-bosomed maid<br>Comes down from far-off manse or fold,<br>And, under birchen shade,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Trembles to tale of manhood brave,<br>Or courtship long and sweet,<br>And sometimes in your freshening wave<br>Will dip her dainty feet;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And, deaf to sound from neighbouring glen<br>Of summer-cooing doves,<br>Hear but your voice, and deem it then<br>The voice of him she loves.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And, be the season keen or kind,<br>Frowning or fair the sky,<br>The poet, with his musing mind,<br>Hither will ofttimes hie,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And listening, lost among the fern,<br>To murmur sweet or strong,<br>Now not less strong than sweet, doth learn<br>To modulate his song.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And, thus attuned to every string<br>Nature is skilled to strike,<br>Mellows the thoughts that comfort bring<br>To glad and sad alike.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Friends fond and faithful such as these<br>Why do you long to leave,<br>For scenes that, since untried, can please,<br>But lure you to deceive?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``The forward quest, the feverish chase,<br>Foul city, venal mart,<br>Will cloud the fairness of your face,<br>And desecrate your heart.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Here betwixt fern and flower you still<br>Can wind and wander free;<br>There granite banks will curb your will,<br>And chain your liberty.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I ceased. But though I paused to learn,<br>No answer seemed to come,<br>And, save an onward-bickering burn,<br>All now again was dumb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It rolled and rippled, swept and swirled,<br>No other sound was nigh;<br>So that there seemed, in all the world,<br>Only the stream and I.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But, like the babbled words that make<br>The mother's heart rejoice,<br>Slowly the stream's soul seemed to wake,<br>And find a human voice:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Till, waxing stronger and more clear<br>Still as it rushed along,<br>Its answer sounded on mine ear,<br>Lucid as poet's song:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Here was I born, here nursed and bred,<br>From here shall carry still<br>Something of moor and bracken-bed,<br>Something of heath and hill.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Yet, like to you, who suckled first<br>Where becks through boulders wind,<br>In youth from loving bondage burst,<br>And left your home behind,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``To seek the far-off larger life<br>Where mind with mind contends,<br>On peaceful fields, in generous strife,<br>To further loftier ends;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``So do I quit my native hills,<br>Red rowan, hawthorn pearled,<br>My brother braes, my sister rills,<br>To find a wider world,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``And, with a half-reluctant heart,<br>Leave dingle, dale, and wood,<br>To bear a meek but manly part<br>In burdened brotherhood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Why should I selfishly remain<br>A simple mountain stream,<br>Or shrink, because some earthy stain<br>Cloudeth each heavenly dream?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Chide me not, then, nor seek to stay<br>The current of my soul,<br>Though conflict check or chafe my way,<br>The Ocean is my goal;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Where I from sea to sea shall ride,<br>Shall roll from shore to shore,<br>And with the Universal Tide<br>Be one for evermore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">``Yet, by Heaven's Law of Love allowed,<br>Revolving, to return,<br>Wafted by wind, and borne on cloud,<br>Still be a Border Burn.''</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Austin">Alfred Austin</a><div class=q>
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Past banks of amber fern,
Since track was none I chanced to roam
Along a Border burn.

The rain was gone, the winds were furled,
No cloud was in the sky,
So that there seemed in all the world
Only the stream and ..."></div>
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