Scottish Poetry Selection
- Rivers

Here is an appreciation by Walter Wingate of the beauty of rivers.


How rivers gather beauty all the way!
     Around their cradles mountains gloom and gleam;
     Old mills beside their middle courses dream,
And wading kine, and willows silver-grey.

And where they tire at last of tilth and lea,
     And feel the strange new pulsing of the tide,
     Great quiet ships upon their bosom ride,
Or move mysterious to the waiting sea.

I find the largest prospect, clothed or bare,
     Without the sheen of water to the sky,
     Expressionless: a face without an eye,
A river makes a landscape everywhere!

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