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Poem by David Macbeth Moir

Sonnets on the Scenery of the Esk


A MOUNTAIN child, mid Pentlands solitudes,
Thou risest, murmuring Esk, and, lapsing on,
Between rude banks, oer rock and mossy stone,
Glitterest remote, where seldom step intrudes;
Nor unrenowned, as, with an ampler tide,
Thou windest through the glens of Woodhouselee,
Where mid the song of bird, the hum of bee,
With soft Arcadian pictures clothed thy side
The pastoral Ramsay. Lofty woods embower
Thy rocky bed mid Roslins crannies deep,
While proud on high time-hallowed ruins peep
Of castle and chapelle; yea, to this hour
Gray Hawthornden smiles downward from its steep,
To tell of Drummonds poesys spring flower.


NOT lovelier to the bards enamored gaze,
Winded Italian Mincio oer its bed,
By whispering reeds oerhung, when calmly led
To meditate what rural life displays;
Trees statelier do not canopy with gloom
The brooks of Valombrosa; nor do flowers,
Beneath Ausonias sky that seldom lowers,
Empurple deep-dyed Brentas banks with bloom
Fairer than thine at sweet Lasswade: so bright
Thou gleamst, a mirror for the cooing dove,
That sidelong eyes its purpling form with love
Well pleased; mid blossomy brakes, with bosom light,
All day the linnet carols; and from grove
The blackbird sings to thee at fall of night.


DOWN from the old oak forests of Dalkeith,
Where majesty surrounds a ducal home,
Between fresh pastures gleaming thou dost come,
Bush, scaur, and rock, and hazelly shaw beneath,
Till, greeting thee from slopes of orchard ground,
Towers Inveresk with its proud villas fair,
Scotlands Montpelier, for salubrious air
And beauteous prospect wide and far renowned.
What else could be, since thou with winding tide
Below dost ripple pleasantly, thy green
And osiered banks outspread, where, frequent seen,
The browsing heifer shows her dappled side,
And mid the bloom-bright furze are oft descried
Anglers, that patient oer thy mirror lean?


DELIGHTFUL t is, and soothing sweet, at eve,
When sunlight like a dream hath passed away
Oer Pentlands far-off peaks, and shades of gray
Around the landscape enviously weave,
To saunter oer this high walk canopied
With scented hawthorn, while the trellised bowers
Are rich with rose and honeysuckle flowers,
And gaze oer plains and woods outstretching wide
Till bounded by the Morphoots heights of blue,
That range along the low southwest afar;
And thee, translucent Esk, with face of blue;
While, as enamored, evenings first fair star
Looks on thy pool its loveliness to view.


A BEECH-TREE oer the mill-stream spreads its boughs,
In many an eddy whirls the wave beneath;
From Stony-bank the west-winds perfumed breath
Sighs past,t is summers gentle evening close;
Smooth Esk, above thy tide the midges weave,
Mixing and meeting oft, their fairy dance;
While oer the crown of Arthurs Seat a glance
Of crimson plays,the sunshines glorious leave;
Except the blackbird from the dim Shire Wood,
All else is still. So passes human life
From us away,a dream within a dream:
Ah! where are they, who with me, by this stream,
Roamed ere this world was known as one of strife?
Comes not an answer from the solitude!


LEANING upon the time-worn parapet
Of this old Roman bridge, that to the bay
Of Forth hath seen thee, Esk, gliding away
From age to age, and spans thee gliding yet,
Before me I behold thy sea-most town,
Yclept in Saxon Chronicles Eske-mouthe,
Its venerable roofs, its spire uncouth,
And Pinkies field of sorrowful renown.
Scenes of my childhood, manhood, and decline,
Scenes that my sorrows and my joys have known,
Ye saw my birth, and be my dust your own,
When, as these waters mingle with the sea,
To look upon the light no more is mine,
And time is swallowed in eternity!

David Macbeth Moir

Poem Theme: Rivers

David Macbeth Moir's other poems:
  1. An Evening Sketch
  2. Thomsons Birthplace
  3. Kelburn Castle
  4. Langside
  5. Lines Written in the Isle of Bute

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