Scottish Poetry Selection
- In January
In January
Dull tenement and muddy street
And sober working day:
How came a dawn so rarely sweet
Above a world so grey?No lurid threat of tempest there,
No far flung flaunt of red,
Compelled the weatherwise to stare
And shake a dubious head.Dim misty purples, veined with gold,
Silver and pallid blue,
With grey and pearl - when all was told,
A meagre range of hue!But oh! The poetry of scheme,
The grace of each detail:
Ah! Vain is many an artist's dream
But this one did not fail.To miss his message could I choose?
Before I was aware
I felt the spirit of dawn transfuse
My outlook everywhere.
Where else would you like to go in Scotland?
