A Highland Regiment/Dedication


For " The Remembered Gods "

IF in my song the heart of love
  Looks from another maiden's eyes,
Where on the hills of Morven move
  The kings too proud for Paradise;
Though to your ears the autumn brings
  No sounds of crying, you will know
The murmur of immortal things
  In this dark tale of long ago.
If in the silence of the nights
  The song of Angus calls no more,
If all the sea is ringed with lights
  And no waves moaning on the shore.
Though Balor sleeping on the hills
  Forgets the dew in his drenched hair,
You will remember ancient ills
  Pitying another Alastair.