YARROW REVISITED, AND OTHER POEMS
A PLACE OF BURIAL IN THE SOUTH OF SCOTLAND
Similar places for burial are not unfrequent in Scotland. The
one that suggested this Sonnet lies on the banks of a small stream
called the Wauchope that flows into the Esk near Langholme.
Mickle, who, as it appears from his poem on Sir Martin, was not
without genuine poetic feelings, was born and passed his boyhood
in this neighbourhood, under his father, who was a minister of the
Scotch Kirk. The Esk, both above and below Langholme, flows
through a beautiful country, and the two streams of the Wauchope
and the Ewes, which join it near that place, are such as a
pastoral poet would delight in.
PART fenced by man, part by a rugged steep
That curbs a foaming brook, a Grave-yard lies;
The hare's best couching-place for fearless sleep;
Which moonlit elves, far seen by credulous eyes,
Enter in dance. Of church, or sabbath ties,
No vestige now remains; yet thither creep
Bereft Ones, and in lowly anguish weep
Their prayers out to the wind and naked skies.
Proud tomb is none; but rudely-sculptured knights,
By humble choice of plain old times, are seen
Level with earth, among the hillocks green:
Union not sad, when sunny daybreak smites
The spangled turf, and neighbouring thickets ring
With 'jubilate' from the choirs of spring!