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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=540275" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Yarrow Visited</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">September, 1814</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream<br>Of which my fancy cherished<br>So faithfully, a waking dream,<br>An image that hath perished?<br>O that some minstrel's harp were near<br>To utter notes of gladness<br>And chase this silence from the air,<br>That fills my heart with sadness!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet why? -a silvery current flows<br>With uncontrolled meanderings;<br>Nor have these eyes by greener hills<br>Been soothed, in all my wanderings.<br>And, through her depths, Saint Mary's Lake<br>Is visibly delighted;<br>For not a feature of those hills<br>Is in the mirror slighted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A blue sky bends o'er Yarrow Vale,<br>Save where that pearly whiteness<br>Is round the rising sun diffused,<br>A tender hazy brightness;<br>Mild dawn of promise! that excludes<br>All profitless dejection;<br>Though not unwilling here to admit<br>A pensive recollection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Where was it that the famous Flower<br>Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding?<br>His bed perchance was yon smooth mound<br>On which the herd is feeding:<br>And haply from this crystal pool,<br>Now peaceful as the morning,<br>The Water-wraith ascended thrice,<br>And gave his doleful warning.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Delicious is the Lay that sings<br>The haunts of happy lovers,<br>The path that leads them to the grove,<br>The leafy grove that covers:<br>And pity sanctifies the verse<br>That paints, by strength of sorrow,<br>The unconquerable strength of love;<br>Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But thou that didst appear so fair<br>To fond imagination,<br>Dost rival in the light of day<br>Her delicate creation:<br>Meek loveliness is round thee spread,<br>A softness still and holy:<br>The grace of forest charms decayed,<br>And pastoral melancholy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That region left, the vale unfolds<br>Rich groves of lofty stature,<br>With Yarrow winding through the pomp<br>Of cultivated nature;<br>And rising from those lofty groves<br>Behold a ruin hoary,<br>The shattered front of Newark's Towers,<br>Renowned in Border story.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fair scenes for childhood's opening bloom,<br>For sportive youth to stray in,<br>For manhood to enjoy his strength,<br>And age to wear away in!<br>Yon cottage seems a bower of bliss,<br>A covert for protection<br>Of tender thoughts, that nestle there - <br>The brood of chaste affection.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">How sweeet on this autumnal day<br>The wild-wood fruits to gather,<br>And on my true-love's forehead plant<br>A crest of blooming heather!<br>And what if I enwreathed my own?<br>'Twere no offence to reason;<br>The sober hills thus deck their brows<br>To meet the wintry season.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see -but not by sight alone,<br>Loved Yarrow, have I won thee;<br>A ray of Fancy still survives - <br>Her sunshine plays upon thee!<br>Thy ever-youthful waters keep<br>A course of lively pleasure;<br>And gladsome notes my lips can breathe<br>Accordant to the measure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The vapours linger round the heights,<br>They melt, and soon must vanish;<br>One hour is theirs, nor more is mine - <br>Sad thought! which I would banish,<br>But that I know, where'er I go,<br>Thy genuine image, Yarrow!<br>Will dwell with me -to heighten joy,<br>And cheer my mind in sorrow.</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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And is this -Yarrow? -This the stream
Of which my fancy cherished
So faithfully, a waking dream,
An image that hath perished?
O that some minstrel's harp were near
To utter notes of gladness
And chase this silence from the air,
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