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Orellana and Other Poems

By J. Logie Robertson

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XX. A GREY MORNING AT GRANTON.

How bright it is to-day! we see across
The Firth quite clearly to the shores of Fife!”
—Good heavens! And yet 'twere pity of my life
(Thought I, while travelling northward to Kinross)
If I should count as worse to me than loss
My fellow-creature's gain. Yet was the strife
'Twixt scorn and pity for the grey-worn wife,
Thankful for nothing as it seemed, a toss.
For I had been where skies of brilliant hue
Soared o'er gigantic cliffs to heaven itself,
Where the delighted eye for miles looked thro'
Opaline widths of air, and aa and elv
Linked vand to fjord with chains of living blue,
Or shot in foam from granite shelf to shelf!
 

Water; pronounced o.

Stream; pronounced elf.