O NORTH! as thy romantic vales I leave, <br />And bid farewell to each retiring hill, <br />Where thoughtful fancy seems to linger still, <br />Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve <br />That mingled with the toiling croud, no more <br />I shall return, your varied views to mark, <br />Of rocks winding wild, and mountains hoar, <br />Or castle gleaming on the distant steep. <br />Yet not the less I pray your charms may last, <br />And many a soften'd image of the past <br />Pensive combine; and bid remembrance keep <br />To cheer me with the thought of pleasure flown, <br />When I am wand'ring on my way alone.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vii-at-a-village-in-scotland-2/
