Meanwhile the hounds round Norham’s base
Have ta’en their way with eager pace;
Have hurried on with ready will
To where the Tweed receives the Till:
Through Tillmouth’s wooded banks they fly,
Whilst Echo answers to the cry;[9]
And then they seek the higher lands,
Where Twizel’s lordly castle stands:
High on her wood surrounded mead,
She views at once both Till and Tweed:
Two fairer streams ne’er met, I ween,
In such a grand and lovely scene;
Where braes and banks, and woods combine,
And swiftly gliding waters shine;
Where distant hills and mountains rise,
And fade beneath th’ expansive skies.