| Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922. | | | | Twilight on Tweed | | By Andrew Lang (1844–1912) |
| | | THREE crests against the saffron sky, | |
| Beyond the purple plain, | |
| The kind remember’d melody | |
| Of Tweed once more again. | |
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| Wan water from the border hills, | 5 |
| Dear voice from the old years, | |
| Thy distant music lulls and stills, | |
| And moves to quiet tears. | |
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| Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood | |
| Fleets through the dusky land; | 10 |
| Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, | |
| My feet returning stand. | |
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| A mist of memory broods and floats, | |
| The Border waters flow; | |
| The air is full of ballad notes, | 15 |
| Borne out of long ago. | |
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| Old songs that sung themselves to me, | |
| Sweet through a boy’s day-dream, | |
| While trout below the blossom’d tree | |
| Flash’d in the golden stream. * * * * * | 20 |
| Twilight, and Tweed, and Eildon Hill, | |
| Fair and too fair you be; | |
| You tell me that the voice is still | |
| That should have welcomed me. | | | | |
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