A Highland Regiment/To the Unknown Love
I CANNOT see you in the light
Or find you in the day.
For when the sun springs up at dawn
I think you slip away.
I wait until the night is come
To pass beyond the veil,
And then I find you in the land
Of the unuttered tale.
Then gazing out across the night
I see with glad surmise
The shadows of your loosened hair,
The depth of your grave eyes.
St Paul's, 1912