[Composed ?.-Published 1827.] Scorn not the Sonnet; Critic, you have frowned, It cheered mild Spenser, called from Faery-land [Composed 1830 (? 1831).-Published 1835.] In these fair vales hath many a Tree Was rescued by the Bard: YARROW REVISITED The following Stanzas are a memorial of a day passed with Sir Walter Scott and other Friends visiting the Banks of the Yarrow under his guidance, immediately before his departure from Abbotsford, for Naples. [Composed 1831.-Published 1835.] The gallant Youth, who may have gained, Was but an Infant in the lap When first I looked on Yarrow; Once more, by Newark's Castle-gate I stood, looked, listened, and with Thee Grave thoughts ruled wide on that sweet day, Their dignity installing In gentle bosoms, while sere leaves Were on the bough, or falling; But breezes played, and sunshine gleamed- Reddened the fiery hues, and shot Transparence through the golden. For busy thoughts the Stream flowed on And slept in many a crystal pool No public and no private care Brisk Youth appeared, the Morn of Youth, Past, present, future, all appeared In harmony united, Like guests that meet, and some from far, And if, as Yarrow, through the woods Did meet us with unaltered face, Though we were changed and changing; If, then, some natural shadows spread Eternal blessings on the Muse, And her divine employment! The blameless Muse, who trains her Sons For hope and calm enjoyment; Albeit sickness, lingering yet, Has o'er their pillow brooded; And Care waylays their steps-a Sprite Not easily eluded. For thee, O Scott! compelled to change Oh! while they minister to thee, For Thou, upon a hundred streams, At parent Nature's grateful call, A gracious welcome shall be thine, Dreams treasured up from early days, And what, for this frail world, were all That mortals do or suffer, Did no responsive harp, no pen Yea, what were mighty Nature's self? That hourly speaks within us? Nor deem that localised Romance Bear witness, Ye, whose thoughts that day By the "last Minstrel," (not the last!) Flow on for ever, Yarrow Stream! Fulfil thy pensive duty, Well pleased that future Bards should chant For simple hearts thy beauty; To dream-light dear while yet unseen, Dear to the common sunshine, And dearer still, as now I feel, To memory's shadowy moonshine! ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES [Composed September, 1831.-Published 1833 (Literary Souvenir of Alaric Watts); vol. of 1835.] A trouble, not of clouds, or weeping rain, Nor of the setting sun's pathetic light Engendered, hangs o'er Eildon's triple height: For kindred Power departing from their sight; While Tweed, best pleased in chanting a blithe strain, Saddens his voice again, and yet again. Lift up your hearts, ye Mourners! for the might Of the whole world's good wishes with him goes; Blessings and prayers in nobler retinue Than sceptred king or laurelled conqueror knows, Ye winds of ocean, and the midland sea, DEVOTIONAL INCITEMENTS [Composed 1832.-Published 1835.] "Not to the earth confined, Where will they stop, those breathing Powers, From humble violet-modest thyme- Heaven will not tax our thoughts with pride Roused by this kindliest of May-showers, |