ND (19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

On Leaving A Village In Scotland

Clysdale! as thy romantic vales I leave,
And bid farewell to each retiring hill,
Where musing memory seems to linger still,
Tracing the broad bright landscape; much I grieve
That, mingled with the toiling crowd, no more
I may return your varied views to mark,
Of rocks amid the sunshine towering dark,
Of rivers winding wild, or mountains hoar,
Or castle gleaming on the distant steep!--
Yet many a look back on thy hills I cast,
And many a softened image of the past
Sadly combine, and bid remembrance keep,
To soothe me with fair scenes, and fancies rude,
When I pursue my path in solitude.

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Comments (5)

Your pen is dipped in delicate magic! What a beautiful tribute for Paul Newman.
'My carefree hidden wise Master, please do not pull this miraculous season away until I finish the tiresome journey.' life goes while springs come and go But you spring will ever blow. ........ Indeed a good expression.
I love the way you have balanced the lyrical and the tedious in this enchanting poem about changing seasons and the inevitability of death. 'Time is a wonderful thief who steals everything from us' is brilliant. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
It would be difficult to read this eloquent offering and remain unmoved. But one could hope that the writer will not lay his pen down for many springs to come. Warm regards, Sandra
this is a token of life..............