Sweet Calder! on thy flowery marge <br />When life was young I roamed at large, <br />With heart that owned no care, no charge, <br />Save for my tiny flower-fraught barge <br />Launch'd on the dancing stream. <br /> <br /> <br />On thy green banks I loved to lie <br />When high the sun and blue the sky- <br />Thy silver waters gushing by- <br />Watching the trout and minnow fry <br />O'er pearly pebbles gleam. <br /> <br /> <br />By fair Rosehall, through greenwood glades, <br />Thou glid'st through rose and hawthorn shades, <br />By hyacinth banks, where Monkland's maids <br />Unbind their dark or golden braids <br />And lave their snowy feet. <br /> <br /> <br />Oh! many a lone and lovely scene, <br />By Enoch's Hall and holms so green, <br />Within thy winding course is seen, <br />Where, rippling 'neath thy woodland screen, <br />Thy murmuring voice I greet. <br /> <br /> <br />Here would I dwell in rustic cot, <br />Where primrose tuft and cowslip knot, <br />Fox-glove, and sweet forget-me-not, <br />So richly gem the sylvan spot, <br />And sweetest fragrance shed. <br /> <br /> <br />Again beneath thy bordering trees <br />I walk, and breathe the scented breeze, <br />'Mid song of birds and hum of bees, <br />And still the scene each sense can please, <br />Though youth and joy have fled.<br /><br />Janet Hamilton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/calder-a-memory/
