O TWEED! a stranger, that with wand'ring feet <br />O'er hill and dale has journey'd many a mile, <br />(If so his weary thoughts he might beguile) <br />Delighted turns thy beauteous scenes to greet. <br />The waving branches that romantick bend <br />O'er thy tall banks, a soothing charm bestow; <br />The murmurs of thy wand'ring wave below <br />Seem to his ear the pity of a friend. <br />Delightful stream! tho' now along thy shore, <br />When spring returns in all her wonted pride, <br />The shepherd's distant pipe is heard no more, <br />Yet here with pensive peace could I abide, <br />Far from the stormy world's tumultuous roar, <br />To muse upon thy banks at eventide.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/v-to-the-river-tweed/
