Marmion . home, my narrower kenSomewhat of manners saw, and men ;Though varying wishes, hopes, and fearsFevered the progress of these years,Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seemThe recollection of a dream,So still we glide down to the seaOf fathomless eternity. Even now it scarcely seems a day,Since first I tuned this idle lay ;A task so often thrown aside,When leisure graver cares now, Novembers dreary voice inspired my opening same November gale once moreWhirls the dry leaves on Yarrow vexed boughs streaming to the more our naked birc
Marmion . home, my narrower kenSomewhat of manners saw, and men ;Though varying wishes, hopes, and fearsFevered the progress of these years,Yet now, days, weeks, and months but seemThe recollection of a dream,So still we glide down to the seaOf fathomless eternity. Even now it scarcely seems a day,Since first I tuned this idle lay ;A task so often thrown aside,When leisure graver cares now, Novembers dreary voice inspired my opening same November gale once moreWhirls the dry leaves on Yarrow vexed boughs streaming to the more our naked birches Blackhouse heights, and Ettrick Pen,Have donned their wintry shrouds again :And mountain dark, and flooded mead,Bid us forsake the banks of than wont along the sky,Mixed with the rack, the snow mists fly ;The shepherd who, in summer sun,Had something of our envy thou with pencil, I with features traced of hill and glen ; —He who, outstretched the livelong day, mi. .^ At ease among the heath-flowers lay,Viewed the light clouds with vacant look,Or slumbered oer his tattered book,Or idly busied him to guideHis angle oer the lessened tide ; —At midnight now, the snowy plainFinds sterner labor for the swain. When red hath set the beamless sun,Through heavy vapors dank and dun;When the tired ploughman, dry and warm,Hears, half asleep, the rising stormHurling the hail, and sleeted rain,Against the casements tinkling pane ;The sounds that drive Avild deer, and fox,To shelter in the brake and rocks,Are warnings which the shepherd askTo dismal and to dangerous he looks forth, and hopes, in blast may sink in mellowing rain ;Till, dark above, and white below,Decided drives the flaky snow,And forth the hardy swain must , with dejected look and leave the hearth his dogs rei^ine ;Whistling and cheering them to aid,Around his back he wreathes the plaid :His flock he gathers, and he guides,To open downs, and mountai
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