Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg

. When first, descending from the moorlands,
  I saw the Stream of Yarrow glide
  Along a bare and open valley,
  The Ettrick Shepherd was my guide.
  When last along its banks I wandered,
  Through groves that had begun to shed
  Their golden leaves upon the pathways,
  My steps the Border-minstrel led.
  The mighty Minstrel breathes no longer,
  'Mid mouldering ruins low he lies;
  And death upon the braes of Yarrow,
  Has closed the Shepherd-poet's eyes:

  Nor has the rolling year twice measured,
  From sign to sign, its stedfast course,
  Since every mortal power of Coleridge
  Was frozen at its marvellous source;

  The rapt One, of the godlike forehead,
  The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth:
  And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle,
  Has vanished from his lonely hearth.

  Like clouds that rake the mountain-summits,
  Or waves that own no curbing hand,
  How fast has brother followed brother,
  From sunshine to the sunless land!

  Yet I, whose lids from infant slumber
  Were earlier raised, remain to hear
  A timid voice, that asks in whispers,
  "Who next will drop and disappear?"

  Our haughty life is crowned with darkness,
  Like London with its own black wreath,
  On which with thee, O Crabbe! forth-looking,
  I gazed from Hampstead's breezy heath.

  As if but yesterday departed,
  Thou too art gone before; but why,
  O'er ripe fruit, seasonably gathered,
  Should frail survivors heave a sigh?

  Mourn rather for that holy Spirit,
  Sweet as the spring, as ocean deep;
  For Her who, ere her summer faded,
  Has sunk into a breathless sleep.

  No more of old romantic sorrows,
  For slaughtered Youth or love-lorn Maid!
  With sharper grief is Yarrow smitten,
  And Ettrick mourns with her their Poet dead.

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