Three crests against the saffron sky , THREE crests against the saffron sky, Beyond the purple plain, Beyond the purple plain, The dear remembered melody The kind remembered melody Of Tweed once more again. Of Tweed once more again. Wan water from the border hills, Dear voice from the old years, Thy distant music lulls and stills, Wan water from the border hills, And moves to quiet tears. Dear voice from the old years, Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood Thy distant music lulls and stills, Fleets through the dusky land; And moves to quiet tears. Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, My feet returning stand. A mist of memory broods and floats, Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood The border waters flow; Fleets through the dusky land; The air is full of ballad notes, Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, Borne out of long ago. My feet returning stand. Old songs that sung themselves to me, Sweet through a boy's day-dream, While trout below the blossom'd tree A mist of memory broods and floats, Plashed in the golden stream. The border waters flow; Twilight, and Tweed, and Eildon Hill, The air is full of ballad notes, Fair and thrice fair you be; Borne out of long ago. You tell me that the voice is still That should have welcomed me. Old songs that sung themselves to me, Sweet through a boy's day-dream, While trout below the blossomed tree Plashed in the golden stream. Twilight, and Tweed, and Eildon Hill, Fair and too fair you be; You tell me that the voice is still That should have welcomed me. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILL OF GOD by FREDERICK WILLIAM FABER IDYLLS OF THE KING: DEDICATION by ALFRED TENNYSON IDYLL 11. THE CYCLOPS by THEOCRITUS THE YEAR OF JUBILEE by HENRY CLAY WORK ON LYNN TERRACE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ETHINTHUS, QUEEN OF WATERS by WILLIAM BLAKE |