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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed.  Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII.  1876–79.
 
Tweed, the River
Tweedside
Robert Crawford (c. 1700–c. 1750)
 
WHAT beauties does Flora disclose!
  How sweet are her smiles upon Tweed!
Yet Mary’s, still sweeter than those,
  Both nature and fancy exceed.
Nor daisy, nor sweet-blushing rose,        5
  Not all the gay flowers of the field,
Not Tweed gliding gently through those,
  Such beauty and pleasure does yield.
 
The warblers are heard in the grove,
  The linnet, the lark, and the thrush,        10
The blackbird, and sweet-cooing dove,
  With music enchant every bush.
Come, let us go forth to the mead,
  Let us see how the primroses spring;
We ’ll lodge in some village on Tweed,        15
  And love while the feathered folks sing.
 
How does my love pass the long day?
  Does Mary not tend a few sheep?
Do they never carelessly stray,
  While happily she lies asleep?        20
Should Tweed’s murmurs lull her to rest,
  Kind nature indulging my bliss,
To ease the soft pains of my breast,
  I ’d steal an ambrosial kiss.
 
’T is she does the virgins excel;        25
  No beauty with her may compare;
Love’s graces around her do dwell;
  She ’s fairest where thousands are fair.
Say, charmer, where do thy flocks stray?
  O, tell me at morn where they feed?        30
Shall I seek them on sweet-winding Tay?
  Or the pleasanter banks of the Tweed?
 
 
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