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.