Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave, <br />And bid farewell to each retiring hill, <br />Where musing memory seems to linger still, <br />Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve <br />That, mingled with the toiling crowd, no more <br />I may return your varied views to mark, <br />Of rocks amid the sunshine towering dark, <br />Of rivers winding wild, or mountains hoar, <br />Or castle gleaming on the distant steep!-- <br />Yet many a look back on thy hills I cast, <br />And many a softened image of the past <br />Sadly combine, and bid remembrance keep, <br />To soothe me with fair scenes, and fancies rude, <br />When I pursue my path in solitude.<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-leaving-a-village-in-scotland/
