The Moor Loch
Robert
Bain
Bain, Robert
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University of Victoria Digital Victorian Periodical Poetry Project
Victoria, BC, Canada
In the public domain
Chambers’s Journal ledger indicates that R. Bain was paid 10s 6d for the poem (NLS Dep 341/371).
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Chambers’s Edinburgh Journal
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Among the lonely hills it lies,
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The Moor Loc
h.
Among the lonely hills it lies,
Deep, dark, and still ;
And mirrors back the changeful skies,
The sun, moon, stars, the bird that flies,
The broad, brown-shouldered hill.
The world’s wide voice is silent here :
The cries of men,
The sob, the laugh, the hope, the fear,
The things which make earth sad and dear,
Lie all beneath its ken.
And only he who comes from far,
Seeking the deep
Communion sweet with sun and star,
Knows of the calm and joy that are
In its vast stirless sleep.
For here the eternal soul holds speech,
Yet makes no sound ;
With naught but clouds which one might reach,
The black flood, the untrodden beach,
And hearkening space, around.
Time and the things of Time are not ;
The path we trod
Ends with the world’s end here, and thought
Can neither see nor dream of aught
Save man’s own heart and God.
Robert Bain
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