DLTK's Poems
Inversnaid
This darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad
roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes
and low to the lake falls home.
A windpuff-bonnet of
fáwn-fróth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, féll-frówning,
It rounds and rounds
Despair to drowning.
Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are
the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry
heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over
the burn.
What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let
them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live
the weeds and the wilderness yet.
