‘By lone St. Mary’s silent lake’ - by
By lone St. Mary’s silent lake:
/ Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge
/ Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge;
/ Abrupt and sheer, the…
By lone St. Mary’s silent lake:
/ Thou know’st it well,—nor fen nor sedge
/ Pollute the pure lake’s crystal edge;
/ Abrupt and sheer, the…
The year goes, the woods decay, and after,
many a summer dies. The swan
on Bingham’s pond, a ghost, comes and goes.
(for Ruairidh, who asked)
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/ Wobbling like a wobbly jelly
/ Being a bucket for the rain
/ Sending flash-backs to the sun
/ Cheeking the sky
/ Giving the…
Loch A’an, Loch A’an, hoo deep ye lie!
/ Tell nane yer depth and nane shall I.
/ Bricht though yer deepmaist pit may…
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/ Just for the sake of recovering
/ I walked backward from fifty-six
/ Quick years of age wanting to see,
/ And managed not to trip…
/ The humped grey fish-watcher has become with one wingflap
/ The elegant trailing heron that Hokusai dreamed up,
/ Far from Loch Fyne.
/ May my…
I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
/ And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
/ Nine…
lapping of the little waves
/ breaking of the little waves
/ spreading of the little waves
/ idling of the little waves
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/ rippling of the little…
A smoor o paets: a simmer foo
/ ta hent fae timeless broos at,
/ haddin der dark fire, cuppit
/ fair Lungawater. I da sun
/ da…
Slicing the trout-speckled slipsteam,
/ over the dark silver of Veyatie,
/ today, a restless and turgid loch –
/ fifteen fathoms of darken dream.
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/ Angry clouds…
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/ She was an elfin Pinnace; lustily
/ I dipp’d my oars into the silent Lake,
/ And, as I rose upon the stroke,…