Poems

<h4><SPAN name="GLENCOE" id="GLENCOE"></SPAN>GLENCOE</h4> <p>The star-crowned cliffs seem hinged upon the sky,<br/> The clouds are floating rags across them curled,<br/> They open to us like the gates of God<br/> Cloven in the last great wall of all the world.<br/> <br/> I looked, and saw the valley of my soul<br/> Where naked crests fight to achieve the skies,<br/> Where no grain grows nor wine, no fruitful thing,<br/> Only big words and starry blasphemies.<br/> <br/> But you have clothed with mercy like a moss<br/> The barren violence of its primal wars,<br/> Sterile although they be and void of rule,<br/> You know my shapeless crags have Wed the stars.<br/> <br/> How shall I thank you, O courageous heart.<br/> That of this wasteful world you had no fear;<br/> But bade it blossom in clear faith and sent<br/> Your fair flower-feeding rivers: even as here<br/> <br/> The peat burns brimming from their cups of stone<br/> Glow brown and blood-red down the vast decline<br/> As if Christ stood on yonder clouded peak<br/> And turned its thousand waters into wine.<br/> <br/><br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />