SONNET III. TO THE RIVER WENSBECK. WHILE slowly wanders thy sequester'd stream, O'er the forsaken tomb of one she lov'd!- To him who passes weary on his way The farewell tear, which now he turns to pay, Shall thank you;—and whene'er of pleasures flown His heart some long-lost image would renew, Delightful haunts! he will remember you. L SONNET IV. TO THE RIVER TWEED. ●TWEED; a stranger, that with wandering feet O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile, (If so his weary thoughts he might beguile) Delighted turns thy beauteous scenes to greet. The waving branches that romantick bend O'er thy tall banks, a soothing charm bestow; The murmurs of thy wand'ring wave below Seem to his ear the pity of a friend. Delightful stream! though now along thy shore, When spring returns in all her wonted pride, The shepherd's distant pipe is heard no more, Yet here with pensive peace could I abide, Far from the stormy world's tumultuous roar, To muse upon thy banks at eventide. SONNET V. EVENING, as slow thy placid shades descend, And wood, I think of those that have no friend, From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, Retiring, wander 'mid thy lonely haunts Unseen; and watch the tints that o'er thy bed Might rest, beyond the murmurs of mankind, Ah! beauteous views, that Hope's fair gleams the while Should smile like you, and perish as they smile! SONNET VI. ON LEAVING A VILLAGE IN SCOTLAND. CLYSDALE, as thy romantick vales I leave, SONNET VII. TO THE RIVER ITCHIN, NEAR WINTON. ITCHIN, when I behold thy banks again, Since, in life's morn, I caroll'd on thy side? Is it that oft, since then, my heart has sigh'd, As Youth, and Hope's delusive gleams, flew fast? Is it that those, who circled on thy shore, Companions of my youth, now meet no more? Whate'er the cause, upon thy banks I bend, Sorrowing, yet feel such solace at my heart, As at the meeting of some long-lost friend, From whom, in happier hours, we wept to part. |