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Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882).  Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry.  1880.
The Braes of Yarrow
By John Logan (1748–1788)
THY braes were bonnie, Yarrow stream,
  When first on them I met my lover;
Thy braes how dreary, Yarrow stream,
  When now thy waves his body cover!
Forever, now, O Yarrow stream!        5
  Thou art to me a stream of sorrow;
For never on thy banks shall I
  Behold my love, the flower of Yarrow!
He promised me a milk-white steed,
  To bear me to his father’s bowers;        10
He promised me a little page,
  To squire me to his father’s towers;
He promised me a wedding-ring—
  The wedding-day was fixed to-morrow:
Now he is wedded to his grave,        15
  Alas, his watery grave in Yarrow!
His mother from the window looked,
  With all the longing of a mother;
His little sister weeping walked
  The greenwood path to meet her brother:        20
They sought him east, they sought him west,
  They sought him all the forest thorough;
They only saw the cloud of night,
  They only heard the roar of Yarrow.
No longer from the window look;        25
  Thou hast no son, thou tender mother!
No longer walk, thou lovely maid;
  Alas! thou hast no more a brother!
No longer seek him east or west,
  No longer search the forest thorough;        30
For wandering in the night so dark,
  He fell a lifeless corse in Yarrow.

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