The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth With Sixteen Illustrations. By Philip Gilbert Hamerton |
The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth | ||
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I left the islands in the night,
Made dim with rain that fell between,
And now they sleep in wintry white;
I saw them in their summer green.
Made dim with rain that fell between,
And now they sleep in wintry white;
I saw them in their summer green.
The isles are rooted in the earth—
Storms cannot stir them in their sleep—
But men are moving from their birth,
Like wild birds tossed upon the deep.
Storms cannot stir them in their sleep—
But men are moving from their birth,
Like wild birds tossed upon the deep.
And yet upon the firmest land,
And in the mighty mountain range
We read, and dimly understand
The record of eternal change.
And in the mighty mountain range
We read, and dimly understand
The record of eternal change.
The Isles of Loch Awe and Other Poems of my Youth | ||