Heart2Heart
07-25-2007, 10:51 AM
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Eilean Donan Castle, Scotland
In the thrill of a summer evening
Small things move in the hedge
And only the dark of the mountains
Holds back the round world's edge
The loch is self-illumined
Dusk's own soul is still
The moon seems too much movement
For a drowsy blackbird's trill
The scent of woodbine rises
To mix with meadow-sweet
The sheep are crouched in the heather
After the sudden heat
The songbirds slumber in silence
And among the grasses lush
The spirit of night is hovering
Whispering, “Hush, my darling, hush”.......
Eilean Donan Castle, Scotland
In the thrill of a summer evening
Small things move in the hedge
And only the dark of the mountains
Holds back the round world's edge
The loch is self-illumined
Dusk's own soul is still
The moon seems too much movement
For a drowsy blackbird's trill
The scent of woodbine rises
To mix with meadow-sweet
The sheep are crouched in the heather
After the sudden heat
The songbirds slumber in silence
And among the grasses lush
The spirit of night is hovering
Whispering, “Hush, my darling, hush”.......