Excerpt from A Land of Romance: The Border, Its History and Legend Three crests against the saffron sky, Beyond the purple plain, The kind remembered melody Of Tweed once more again. Wan water from the Border hills, Dear voice from the old years, Thy distant music lulls and stills, And moves to quiet tears. Like a loved ghost thy fabled flood Fleets through the dusky land; Where Scott, come home to die, has stood, My feet returning stand. A mist of memory broods and floats, The Border waters flow; The air is full of ballad notes, Borne out of long ago. Old songs that sung themselves to me, Sweet through a boy's day-dream, While trout below the blossom'd 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. Andrew Lang. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.