Into the Silence.
A Death in the West Highlands.
Ungather’d lie the peats upon the
moss ;1
No more is heard the shaggy pony’s hoof ;2
The thin smoke curls no more above the roof
;3
Unused the brown-sailed boat doth idly toss4
At anchor in the Kyle ; and all across5
The Strath the collie scours without reproof
;6
The gather’d sheep stand wonderingly aloof
;7
And everywhere there is a sence of loss.8
“ Has Sheumais left for over sea ? Nay, sir,9
A se’ennight since a gloom came over him ;10
He sickn’d, and his gaze grew vauge and dim ;11
Three days ago we found he did not stir. 12
He has gone into the Silence. ’Neath yon fir13
He lies, and waits the Lord in darkness grim. ”14