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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540053" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803 XII. Yarrow Unvisited</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">FROM Stirling castle we had seen<br>The mazy Forth unravelled;<br>Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,<br>And with the Tweed had travelled;<br>And when we came to Clovenford,<br>Then said my 'winsome Marrow,'<br>'Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,<br>And see the Braes of Yarrow.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let Yarrow folk, 'frae' Selkirk town,<br>Who have been buying, selling, <br>Go back to Yarrow, 'tis their own;<br>Each maiden to her dwelling!<br>On Yarrow's banks let herons feed,<br>Hares couch, and rabbits burrow!<br>But we will downward with the Tweed,<br>Nor turn aside to Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'There's Galla Water, Leader Haughs,<br>Both lying right before us;<br>And Dryborough, where with chiming Tweed<br>The lintwhites sing in chorus; <br>There's pleasant Tiviot-dale, a land<br>Made blithe with plough and harrow:<br>Why throw away a needful day<br>To go in search of Yarrow?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What's Yarrow but a river bare,<br>That glides the dark hills under?<br>There are a thousand such elsewhere<br>As worthy of your wonder.'<br>--Strange words they seemed of slight and scorn<br>My True-love sighed for sorrow; <br>And looked me in the face, to think<br>I thus could speak of Yarrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Oh! green,' said I, 'are Yarrow's holms,<br>And sweet is Yarrow flowing!<br>Fair hangs the apple frae the rock,<br>But we will leave it growing.<br>O'er hilly path, and open Strath,<br>We'll wander Scotland thorough;<br>But, though so near, we will not turn<br>Into the dale of Yarrow. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Let beeves and home-bred kine partake<br>The sweets of Burn-mill meadow;<br>The swan on still St. Mary's Lake<br>Float double, swan and shadow!<br>We will not see them; will not go,<br>To-day, nor yet to-morrow,<br>Enough if in our hearts we know<br>There's such a place as Yarrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown!<br>It must, or we shall rue it: <br>We have a vision of our own;<br>Ah! why should we undo it?<br>The treasured dreams of times long past,<br>We'll keep them, winsome Marrow!<br>For when we're there, although 'tis fair,<br>'Twill be another Yarrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'If Care with freezing years should come,<br>And wandering seem but folly,--<br>Should we be loth to stir from home,<br>And yet be melancholy; <br>Should life be dull, and spirits low,<br>'Twill soothe us in our sorrow,<br>That earth has something yet to show,<br>The bonny holms of Yarrow!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Wordsworth">William Wordsworth</a><div class=q>
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The mazy Forth unravelled;
Had trod the banks of Clyde, and Tay,
And with the Tweed had travelled;
And when we came to Clovenford,
Then said my 'winsome Marrow,'
'Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,
And see the Brae..."></div>
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