The Poetical Works of David Macbeth Moir Edited by Thomas Aird: With A Memoir of the Author |
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THE SYCAMINE. |
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THE SYCAMINE.
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The frail yellow leaves they are falling,As the wild winds sweep the grove;
Plashy and dank is the sward beneath,
And the sky it is grey above.
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Foaming adown the dark rocks,Dirge-like, the waterfall
Mourns, as if mourning for something gone,
For ever beyond its call.
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Sing, redbreast, from the russet spray—Thy song with the season blends;
For the bees have left us with the blooms,
And the swallows were summer friends.
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The hawthorn bare, with berries sere,And the bramble by the stream,
Matted, with clay on its yellow trails,
Decay's wan emblems seem.
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On this slope bank how oft we layIn shadow of the sycamine tree;
Pause, hoary Eld, and listen now—
'Twas but the roaring of the sea!
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Oh, the shouts and the laughter of yore—How the tones wind round the heart!
Oh, the faces blent with youth's blue skies—
And could ye so depart!
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The crow screams back to the wood,And the sea-mew to the sea,
And earth seems to the foot of man
No resting-place to be.
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Search ye the corners of the world,And the isles beyond the main,
And the main itself, for those who went
To come not back again!
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The rest are a remnant scatter'd'Mid the living; and, for the dead,
Tread lightly o'er the churchyard mounds—
Ye know not where ye tread!
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