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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540274" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>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 &quot;winsome Marrow ,&quot;<br> &quot;Whate'er betide, we'll turn aside,<br> And see the Braes of Yarrow.&quot;<br> &quot;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 her 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"> &quot;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"> &quot;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.&quot;<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"> &quot;Oh! green,&quot; said I, &quot;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"> &quot;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"> &quot;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'er there, although 'tis fair,<br> 'Twill be another Yarrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> &quot;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!&quot;</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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