Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
A Farewell to Glenarbac
By Arthur Henry Hallam (18111833)W
And checks the breath with sighs unsought,
’T is then that Memory’s power is wooed
To soothe by ancient forms of thought.
It is not much, yet in that day
Will seem a gladsome wakening;
And such to me, in joy’s decay,
The memory of the Roebuck Glen.
And eager passion sweeps the mind;
’T will bless to catch a calm content,
From happy moment far behind.
O, it is of a heavenly brood
That chastening recollection!
And such to me, in joyous mood,
The memory of the Roebuck Glen.
The Clyde, the Leven’s milder blue
To lose, yon craigs that nest the hawk
Will soar no longer in my view.
Yet of themselves small power to move
Have they: their light ’s a borrowed thing
Won from her eyes, for whom I love
The memory of the Roebuck Glen.
The mountain winds have breathed on thee!
Mild virtues of a noble strain,
And beauty making pure and free,
Pass to thee from the silent hills;
And hence, where’er thy sojourning,
Thine eye with gentle weeping fills
At memory of the Roebuck Glen.
Where first thy presence on me shone;
Alas! I know not whether more
These eyes shall claim thee as their own:
But should a kindly star prevail,
And should we meet far hence again,
How sweet in other lands to hail
The memory of the Roebuck Glen.
Of happy meetings yet to be,
The very feeling that thou art
Is deep as that of life to me;
Yet should sad instinct in my breast
Speak true, and darker chance obtain,
Bless with one tear my final rest,
One memory from the Roebuck Glen.