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First Line: Three crests against the saffron sky
Last Line: You tell me that the voice is still %that should have welcomed me
Subject(s): Dusk


Three crests against the saffron sky ,
THREE crests against the saffron sky,
Beyond the purple plain,
Beyond the purple plain,
The kind remembered melody
The dear remembered melody
Of Tweed once more again.
Of Tweed once more again.
Wan water from the border hills,


Dear voice from the old years,
Wan water from the border hills,
Thy distant music lulls and stills,
Dear voice from the old years,
And moves to quiet tears.
Thy distant music lulls and stills,
Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood
And moves to quiet tears.
Fleets through the dusky land;

Where Scott, come home to die, has stood,

My feet returning stand.
Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood
A mist of memory broods and floats,
Fleets through the dusky land;
The border waters flow;
The air is full of ballad notes,
Where Scott, come home to die, has stood,
Borne out of long ago.
My feet returning stand.
Old songs that sung themselves to me,

Sweet through a boy's day-dream,

While trout below the blossom'd tree
A mist of memory broods and floats,
Plashed in the golden stream.
The border waters flow;
The air is full of ballad notes,
Twilight, and Tweed, and Eildon Hill,
Fair and thrice fair you be;
Borne out of long ago.
You tell me that the voice is still

That should have welcomed me.


Old songs that sung themselves to me,

Sweet through a boy's day-dream,

While trout below the blossomed tree

Plashed in the golden stream.


Twilight, and Tweed, and Eildon Hill,
Fair and too fair you be;
You tell me that the voice is still
That should have welcomed me.






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