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Gender: Female
Age: 26
Country: US
Friday, March 10, 2006 

Current mood:  calm
Flow gently, sweet Afton! amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
 
Thou stockdove whose echo resounds thro' the glen,         5
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear,
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair.
 
How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills,
Far mark'd with the courses of clear, winding rills;         10
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
 
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea,         15
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me.
 
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides;
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave,
As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave.         20
 
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
 

 

eKNITabeth

 

How funny that you should post this!
I was just at a curriculum conference on Tuesday, at which I saw Michael Thompson speak about how the study of poetics should be included in the study of prose/literature/etc.  He did an exceptional performance of this poem, illustrating the soft sounds the letters make and how it's phrased to resemble a brook/stream... it was very impressive, to say the least.

E.


 
Posted by eKNITabeth on Saturday, March 11, 2006 - 10:13 PM
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