poetry
For no reason, just because.
This was written on James VI's departure from Scotland to assume the English crown.
On the River Tweed
Sir Robert Ayton
Faire famous flood, which sometyme did devyde,
But now conjoynes two diadems in one,
Suspend thy pace and some more softly slyde,
Since wee have made the trinchman of our mone;
And since non's left but thy report alone
To show the world our captaines last farewell,
That courtesye I now when wee are gon
Perhapps your lord the sea will it reveale;
And you againe the same will not conceale,
But straight proclaim't through all his bremish bounds,
Till his high tydes these flowing tydeings tell,
And soe will send them with his murmering sounds
To that religious place whose stately walls
Does keepe the heart which all our hearts inthralls.
This was written on James VI's departure from Scotland to assume the English crown.
On the River Tweed
Sir Robert Ayton
Faire famous flood, which sometyme did devyde,
But now conjoynes two diadems in one,
Suspend thy pace and some more softly slyde,
Since wee have made the trinchman of our mone;
And since non's left but thy report alone
To show the world our captaines last farewell,
That courtesye I now when wee are gon
Perhapps your lord the sea will it reveale;
And you againe the same will not conceale,
But straight proclaim't through all his bremish bounds,
Till his high tydes these flowing tydeings tell,
And soe will send them with his murmering sounds
To that religious place whose stately walls
Does keepe the heart which all our hearts inthralls.