Robert Louis Stevenson

"In the Highlands..."

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.

From Songs of Travel

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