Poetry Month

In the Highlands
by Robert Louis Stevenson

In the highlands, in the country places,
Where the old plain men have rosy faces,
And the young fair maidens
Quiet eyes;
Where essential silence cheers and blesses,
And for ever in the hill-recesses
Her more lovely music
Broods and dies:

O to mount again where erst I haunted;
Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted,
And the low green meadows
Bright with sward;
And when even dies, the million-tinted,
And the night has come, and planets glinted,
Lo, the valley hollow
Lamp-bestarred!

O to dream, O to awake and wander
There, and with delight to take and render,
Through the trance of silence,
Quiet breath!
Lo! for there, among the flowers and grasses,
Only the mightier movement sounds and passes;
Only winds and rivers,
Life and death.

"Haunted/Enchanted"--I love that rhyme. This is another I've never read. Nice, though.


[I debated on posting this particular poem this morning; I'm not sure how appropriate it is after yesterday's horror. In the end, I need to see the long picture this helps provide.]