University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
Orellana and Other Poems

By J. Logie Robertson

collapse section 
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
collapse section 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
  
  
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
  
  
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
collapse section 
 I. 
 II. 
 III. 
 IV. 
 V. 
 VI. 
 VII. 
 VIII. 
 IX. 
 X. 
 XI. 
 XII. 
 XIII. 
 XIV. 
 XV. 
 XVI. 
 XVII. 
 XVIII. 
 XIX. 
 XX. 
 XXI. 
 XXII. 
XXII. A RARE DIP.
 XXIII. 
 XXIV. 


262

XXII. A RARE DIP.

I've floated on Lochleven, dipped in Tay,
And many another stream both great and small,
Dared the white thunder of a waterfall,
And been baptised in many a mill-wheel's spray;
I've drunk the brine in Kristiania bay
And swum almost all up the Sætersdal,
And every bath was ecstasy, but all
Must yield to one rare dip I had to-day.
Oh, pleasantly the Farg's clear waters flashed
Into the rocky pool their liquid song;
With more than Alpheus' haste I stripped, and dashed
Among the music, plunging oft and long;
And not alone my limbs—the music washed
Hate from my heart, and from my memory wrong!