Craigie Waterfall, Perth.
|Cradle Sang (1941)||Craigie Knowes (1932)|
|Patriotism (1942)||Ae Simmer's Day (1932)|
|The Quiet (1942)||The Buckie Braes (1942)|
|The Visitation (1942)||Ballad (1943)|
|The Kirk-Yaird (1942)||The Dark Thocht (1943)|
|The Stany Face (1942)||The Prodigy (1941)|
|The Auld Brig (1941)||The Auld Man (1942)|
|Nae Day Sae Dark (1941)||Backlands (1941)|
|John Knox (1942)||Thrang and Thrivin (1942)|
|Yon Toun (1942)||Hal o' the Wynd (1942)|
|Autobiography (1937)||Aince Upon a Day (1933)|
|The River (1942)||The Waterfall (1930)|
|To My Sycamore (1935)||Epitaph for a Dead Self (1938)|
|The Tryst (1932)||The Auld House (1938)|
|Behind the trees we heard the water fall
Murmurous as life which is the voice of God;
And our own isolate life was quieted
Listening to this eternal murmur:
We were content, staring upon that sound,
To lose our voices in a greater voice;
To pause, and look, and listen, and be still.
And gazing thus our eyes were in a trance;
Our ears were shells sonorous with the sea;
Our sole self, brooding outward, was but sense
Of transiency which watched the broken waters
Fall like sand that falls within an hourglass.
|The seas of all the world were plunging here,|
Salty with every earth, their aery spume
Flung upward, and dissolving smokily,
Loosened its ghosts into the sunny air.
We seemed a silence in a sea of sound;
Yet our own blood, like to this waterfall,
Was surging earthward, and was gathered up,
And was part of all the seven seas;
A stream of memory, itself a ghost
Formed, for one instantaneous moment,
Self-known upon the lighted arc of life.
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