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Poem by William Wordsworth

Yarrow Visited

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 minstrels harp were near,
To utter notes of gladness,
And chase this silence from the air,
That fills my heart with sadness!

Yet why?a silvery current flows
With uncontrolled meanderings;
Nor have these eyes by greener hills
Been soothed, in all my wanderings,
And, through her depths, Saint Marys Lake
Is visibly delighted;
For not a feature of those hills
Is in the mirror slighted.

A blue sky bends oer Yarrow vale,
Save where that pearly whiteness
Is round the rising sun diffused,
A tender, hazy brightness;
Mild dawn of promise! that excludes
All profitless dejection,
Though not unwilling here to admit
A pensive recollection.

Where was it that the famous flower
Of Yarrow Vale lay bleeding?
His bed perchance was yon smooth mound
On which the herd is feeding:
And haply from this crystal pool,
Now peaceful as the morning,
The water-wraith ascended thrice,
And gave his doleful warning.

Delicious is the lay that sings
The haunts of happy lovers,
The path that leads them to the grove,
The leafy grove that covers:
And pity sanctifies the verse
That paints, by strength of sorrow,
The unconquerable strength of love;
Bear witness, rueful Yarrow!

But thou, that didst appear so fair
To fond imagination,
Dost rival in the light of day
Her delicate creation:
Meek loveliness is round thee spread,
A softness still and holy;
The grace of forest charms decayed,
And pastoral melancholy.

That region left, the vale unfolds
Rich groves of lofty stature,
With Yarrow winding through the pomp
Of cultivated nature;
And, rising from those lofty groves,
Behold a ruin hoary!
The shattered front of Newarks towers
Renowned in border story.

Fair scenes for childhoods opening bloom,
For sportive youth to stray in;
For manhood to enjoy his strength,
And age to wear away in!
Yon cottage seems a bower of bliss,
A covert for protection
Of tender thoughts that nestle there,
The brood of chaste affection.

How sweet, on this autumnal day,
The wildwood fruits to gather,
And on my true-loves forehead plant
A crest of blooming heather!
And what if I inwreathed my own!
T were no offence to reason;
The sober hills thus deck their brows
To meet the wintry season.

I see,but not by sight alone,
Loved Yarrow, have I won thee;
A ray of fancy still survives,
Her sunshine plays upon thee!
Thy ever-youthful waters keep
A course of lively pleasure;
And gladsome notes my lips can breathe,
Accordant to the measure.

The vapors linger round the heights,
They melt and soon must vanish;
One hour is theirs, nor more is mine,
Sad thought, which I would banish,
But that I know, whereer I go,	
Thy genuine image, Yarrow!
Will dwell with me,to heighten joy,
And cheer my mind in sorrow.

William Wordsworth

Poem Theme: Yarrow (Scotland)

William Wordsworth's other poems:
  1. Monastery of Old Bangor
  2. To the Lady Eleanor Butler and the Hon. Miss Ponsonby
  3. Mona
  4. Miserrimus
  5. Inside of Kings College Chapel, Cambridge: Continued

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