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MCMXXIV + + + + + _OF THIS EDITION FIFTY NUMBERED + COPIES HAVE BEEN PRINTED ON + HODGKINSON’S HAND-MADE PAPER._ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + _Rohallion_ + + + My buits are at rest on the midden, + I haena a plack, + My breeks are no dandy anes, forrit, + And waur at the back; + On the road that comes oot o’ the hielands + I see as I trayvel the airth, + Frae the braes at the back o’ Rohallion, + The reek aboon Pairth. + + There’s a canny wee hoose wi’ a gairden + In a neuk o’ Strathtay; + My mither is bakin’ the bannocks, + The weans are at play; + And at gloamin’, my feyther, the shepherd, + Looks doon for a blink o’ the licht + When he gethers the yowes by the shielin’ + Tae fauld them at nicht. + + There’s niver a hoose that wad haud me + Frae this tae the sea + When a wind frae the knowes by Rohallion + Comes creepin’ tae me, + And niver a lowe frae the ingle + Can draw like the trail and the shine + O’ the stars i’ the loch o’ Rohallion + A fitstep o’ mine. + + There’s snaw i’ the wind an’ the weepies + Hang deid on the shaw, + And pale the leaves left on the rowan, + I’m soothward awa; + But a voice like a wraith blaws ahint me + And sings as I’m liftin’ my pack + ‘I am waitin’--Rohallion--Rohallion-- + My lad, ye’ll be back!’ + + + + +[Illustration] + + + + + _The Little Dragon_ + + + The nun stood watching by the cloister wall + Day’s dying to behold, + Heaven seemed to her too far, too mystical, + Her soul to climb its ramparts but to fall + And earth was turned to gold. + + All down the harvest fields the western flame + In floods of fire was borne; + There stood in rows transfigured by the same, + Until the sickle should their glory claim, + The gold ears of the corn. + + Her part was where eternal censers swung + By convent walls confined; + The convent choir her requiem had sung, + The church had bound her life, her soul, her tongue-- + Her heart it could not bind. + + Around her place the golden sunflowers ranged + Their faces to the west, + As the declining day his steps estranged + They watched their lord, the sun, untired, unchanged, + And in their vigil blest. + + And through the dust that rose in golden cloud + A golden helm shone high; + Nor fast, nor prayer, nor penances had bowed + The idle knight in strength of manhood proud + Who laughed as he rode by. + + The dragon on his crested helmet shewn + Mocked her with leer uncouth; + She heeded not--she saw his face alone + And from his eyes there flashed into her own + The golden fire of youth. + + It burned the sacred stillness of her days, + Between the holy book + And her dropped lids, there swam that ardent haze, + It hid God’s altar in a golden blaze + Before her raptured look. + + The reverend priests and nuns who marked her face + With wonder day by day, + Stood still to see her kneeling in her place, + And “God has given her visions in His grace, + She is His Saint,” said they. + + Ever more rapt in ecstasy she grew, + Remoter and more frail, + For, as the year died out and rose anew + They said again, “Her soul is rising too + Above its earthly veil.” + + And, on a day when spring’s own breath sublime + Whispered in field and tree, + Fervent and faint from some undreamed of clime, + She passed from out the close-barred room of time + Into eternity. + + And when the priest his benediction spoke + Above her coffined clay + There fell great awe upon all holy folk, + For golden light through all the cloister broke + And bathed her as she lay. + + Only--above the carven arches old, + It seemed they did not see + Among the gargoyles insolent and bold, + One little dragon laughing through the gold + --Laughing eternally. + + +[Illustration] + + + + + Published by ... + THE PORPOISE PRESS + 4, STAFFORD STREET + EDINBURGH, NOV., 1924 + ALL RIGHTS RESERVED + + + + + _Wm, Hodge & Co., Ltd., Glasgow and Edinburgh._ + + + +*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75834 *** diff --git a/75834-h/75834-h.htm b/75834-h/75834-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..16e52c1 --- /dev/null +++ b/75834-h/75834-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,350 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html> +<html lang="en"> +<head> + <meta charset="UTF-8"> + <title> + Two new poems | Project Gutenberg + </title> + <link rel="icon" href="images/cover.jpg" type="image/x-cover"> + <style> + +body { + margin-left: 10%; 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Mason Trotter</i></p> +<hr class="thin"> +<hr class="p4 thin"> + +<p class="center">EDINBURGH. THE PORPOISE PRESS<br> +FOUR STAFFORD STREET. <abbr title="1924">MCMXXIV</abbr> +</p> +<hr class="thin"> +<hr class="thick"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="center tall small linebox1"> +<i>OF THIS EDITION FIFTY NUMBERED +COPIES HAVE BEEN PRINTED ON +HODGKINSON’S HAND-MADE PAPER.</i> +</p> +</div> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</span></p> +<div class="figcenter60"> + <img src="images/i_003.jpg" + alt="Wanderer"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> +</div> +<h3> +<i>Rohallion</i><br> +</h3> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse drop-cap indent4"><span class="smcap">M  y</span> buits are at rest on the midden,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">I haena a plack,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My breeks are no dandy anes, forrit,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And waur at the back;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">On the road that comes oot o’ the hielands</div> + <div class="verse indent6">I see as I trayvel the airth,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Frae the braes at the back o’ Rohallion,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">The reek aboon Pairth.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s a canny wee hoose wi’ a gairden</div> + <div class="verse indent6">In a neuk o’ Strathtay;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">My mither is bakin’ the bannocks,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">The weans are at play;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And at gloamin’, my feyther, the shepherd,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Looks doon for a blink o’ the licht</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When he gethers the yowes by the shielin’</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Tae fauld them at nicht.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s niver a hoose that wad haud me</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Frae this tae the sea</div> + <div class="verse indent0">When a wind frae the knowes by Rohallion</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Comes creepin’ tae me,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And niver a lowe frae the ingle</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Can draw like the trail and the shine</div> + <div class="verse indent0">O’ the stars i’ the loch o’ Rohallion</div> + <div class="verse indent6">A fitstep o’ mine.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">There’s snaw i’ the wind an’ the weepies</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Hang deid on the shaw,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And pale the leaves left on the rowan,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">I’m soothward awa;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">But a voice like a wraith blaws ahint me</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And sings as I’m liftin’ my pack</div> + <div class="verse indent0">‘I am waitin’—Rohallion—Rohallion—</div> + <div class="verse indent6">My lad, ye’ll be back!’</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + + +<div class="chapter"> +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</span></p> +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_005.jpg" + alt="Dying nun"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> +</div> + +<h3> +<i>The Little Dragon</i><br> +</h3> + + +<div class="poetry-container"> +<div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent4 drop-cap"><span class="smcap">The</span> nun stood watching by the cloister wall</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Day’s dying to behold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Heaven seemed to her too far, too mystical,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Her soul to climb its ramparts but to fall</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And earth was turned to gold.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">All down the harvest fields the western flame</div> + <div class="verse indent6">In floods of fire was borne;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There stood in rows transfigured by the same,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Until the sickle should their glory claim,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">The gold ears of the corn.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">Her part was where eternal censers swung</div> + <div class="verse indent6">By convent walls confined;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The convent choir her requiem had sung,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The church had bound her life, her soul, her tongue—</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Her heart it could not bind.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Around her place the golden sunflowers ranged</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Their faces to the west,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">As the declining day his steps estranged</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They watched their lord, the sun, untired, unchanged,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And in their vigil blest.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And through the dust that rose in golden cloud</div> + <div class="verse indent6">A golden helm shone high;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Nor fast, nor prayer, nor penances had bowed</div> + <div class="verse indent0">The idle knight in strength of manhood proud</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Who laughed as he rode by.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The dragon on his crested helmet shewn</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Mocked her with leer uncouth;</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She heeded not—she saw his face alone</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And from his eyes there flashed into her own</div> + <div class="verse indent6">The golden fire of youth.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">It burned the sacred stillness of her days,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Between the holy book</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And her dropped lids, there swam that ardent haze,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">It hid God’s altar in a golden blaze</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Before her raptured look.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">The reverend priests and nuns who marked her face</div> + <div class="verse indent6">With wonder day by day,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Stood still to see her kneeling in her place,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">And “God has given her visions in His grace,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">She is His Saint,” said they.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Ever more rapt in ecstasy she grew,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Remoter and more frail,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For, as the year died out and rose anew</div> + <div class="verse indent0">They said again, “Her soul is rising too</div> + <div class="verse indent2">Above its earthly veil.”</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">And, on a day when spring’s own breath sublime</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Whispered in field and tree,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Fervent and faint from some undreamed of clime,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">She passed from out the close-barred room of time</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Into eternity.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"><span class="pagenum" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</span> + <div class="verse indent0">And when the priest his benediction spoke</div> + <div class="verse indent6">Above her coffined clay</div> + <div class="verse indent0">There fell great awe upon all holy folk,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">For golden light through all the cloister broke</div> + <div class="verse indent6">And bathed her as she lay.</div> + </div> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="verse indent0">Only—above the carven arches old,</div> + <div class="verse indent6">It seemed they did not see</div> + <div class="verse indent0">Among the gargoyles insolent and bold,</div> + <div class="verse indent0">One little dragon laughing through the gold</div> + <div class="verse indent6">—Laughing eternally.</div> + </div> +</div> +</div> + +<div class="figcenter"> + <img src="images/i_008.jpg" + alt="laughing dragon"> +</div><!--end figcenter--> + +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + +<div class="chapter"> +<p class="indent35">Published by   .   .   .<br> +THE PORPOISE PRESS<br> +4, STAFFORD STREET<br> +EDINBURGH, <abbr title="November">NOV.</abbr>, 1924<br> +ALL RIGHTS RESERVED</p> +</div> + +<p class="p4 right smaller"> +<i>Wm, Hodge & <abbr title="Company, Limited">Co., Ltd.</abbr>, Glasgow and Edinburgh.</i><br> +</p> + +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 75834 ***</div> +</body> +</html> + diff --git a/75834-h/images/cover.jpg b/75834-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..9cdc9a1 --- /dev/null +++ b/75834-h/images/cover.jpg diff 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