THIS darksome burn, horseback brown, | |
His rollrock highroad roaring down, | |
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam | |
Flutes and low to the lake falls home. | |
A windpuff-bonnet of fáwn-fróth | 5 |
Turns and twindles over the broth | |
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning, | |
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning. | |
Degged with dew, dappled with dew | |
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through, | 10 |
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern, | |
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn. | |
What would the world be, once bereft | |
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left, | |
O let them be left, wildness and wet; | 15 |
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet. II. Spring and Fall: to a young child |
MÁRGARÉT, áre you gríeving | |
Over Goldengrove unleaving? | |
Leáves, líke the things of man, you | |
With your fresh thoughts care for, can you? | |
Áh! ás the heart grows older | 5 |
It will come to such sights colder | |
By and by, nor spare a sigh | |
Though worlds of wanwood leafmeal lie; | |
And yet you wíll weep and know why. | |
Now no matter, child, the name: | 10 |
Sórrow’s spríngs áre the same. | |
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed | |
What heart heard of, ghost guessed: | |
It ís the blight man was born for, | |
It is Margaret you mourn for. |
Justus quidem tu es, Domine, si disputem tecum: verumtamen justa loquar ad te: Quare via impiorum prosperatur? &c. |
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