The Golden Island: Arran from Ayr.

Deep set in distant seas it lies ;1
The morning vapours float and fall,2
The noonday clouds above it rise,3
Then drop as white as virgin’s pall.4
And sometimes, when that shroud uplifts,5
The far green fields show strange and
fair ;
Mute waterfalls in silver rifts7
Sparkle adown the hill-side bare.8
But ah ! mists gather, more and more ;9
And though the blue sky has no
And the sea laughs with light all o’er,—11
The lovely Island disappears.12
O vanished Island of the blest !13
O dream of all things pure and high !14
Hid in deep seas, as faithful breast15
Hides loves that have but seemed to
Whether on seas dividing toss’d,17
Or led through fertile lands the while,18
Better lose all things than have lost19
The memory of the morning Isle !20
For lo ! when gloaming shadows glide,21
And all is calm in earth and air,22
Above the heaving of the tide23
The lonely Island rises fair ;24
Its purple peaks shine, outlined grand25
And clear, as noble lives nigh done ;26
While stretches bright from land to land27
The broad sea-pathway to the sun.28
He wraps it in his glory’s blaze,29
He stoops to kiss its forehead cold ;30
And, all transfigured by his rays,31
It gleams—an Isle of molten gold.32
The sun may set, the shades descend,33
Earth sleep—and yet while sleeping
smile ;
But it will live unto life’s end35
That vision of the Golden Isle.36