Heath flowers being a collection of poems, chiefly lyrical, written in the Highlands. By William Glen |
 |
THE AVON-DHU. |
 | Heath flowers |  |
5
THE AVON-DHU.
Sweet is the wild romantic stream,
That winds by Duchray's ruined tower,
When Summer's bright and dazzling beam
Gleams on it in meridian power:
Lone Traveller! mark, from hazel bower,
Yon river swelling on the view,
And linger there for many an hour,
For that's the winding Avon-Dhu.
That winds by Duchray's ruined tower,
When Summer's bright and dazzling beam
Gleams on it in meridian power:
Lone Traveller! mark, from hazel bower,
Yon river swelling on the view,
And linger there for many an hour,
For that's the winding Avon-Dhu.
6
If thou wouldst view it in its pride,
Roaring o'er rock or hollow den,
Then go, when storms are howling wide,
To Craigmoohk's lightning-shattered glen:
Its cataract is awful then!
Rushing the narrow passage through,
While echo swells, in wildest strain,
The storm-voice of the Avon-Dhu.
Roaring o'er rock or hollow den,
Then go, when storms are howling wide,
To Craigmoohk's lightning-shattered glen:
Its cataract is awful then!
Rushing the narrow passage through,
While echo swells, in wildest strain,
The storm-voice of the Avon-Dhu.
But, Traveller! when the voice of Spring
Awakes the Cuckoo's welcome note;
When early birds essay to sing
On budding tree or woodland grot;
When morning balms are all afloat,
On dark gray strath or mountain blue;
Let pining sorrow be forgot,
And stray by winding Avon-Dhu.
Awakes the Cuckoo's welcome note;
When early birds essay to sing
On budding tree or woodland grot;
When morning balms are all afloat,
On dark gray strath or mountain blue;
Let pining sorrow be forgot,
And stray by winding Avon-Dhu.
With Nature's God thou'lt wander then,—
Thou'lt see Him in the budding trees,
Thou'lt view Him in the flowery glen,
And hear Him in the mountain breeze:
The noble prospect round will please,
(An Highland landscape finely true)
And, Traveller! if thy heart's at ease,
Thou'lt bless the lovely Avon-Dhu.
Thou'lt see Him in the budding trees,
Thou'lt view Him in the flowery glen,
And hear Him in the mountain breeze:
The noble prospect round will please,
(An Highland landscape finely true)
And, Traveller! if thy heart's at ease,
Thou'lt bless the lovely Avon-Dhu.
| Heath flowers | |