:
Sorrow's springs are the same.
Nor mouth had, no nor mind, expressed
What heart heard of, ghost guessed:
It is the blight man was born for,
It is Margaret you mourn for.

_32
Spelt from Sibyl's Leaves_

EARNEST, earthless, equal, attuneable, | vaulty, voluminous, . .
stupendous
Evening strains to be time's vast, | womb-of-all, home-of-all,
hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, | her wild hollow
hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, | stars principal, overbend us,
Fire-featuring heaven. For earth | her being has unbound, her
dapple is at an end, as-
tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs; | self in self steeped
and pashed--quite
Disremembering, dismembering | all now. Heart, you round me
right
With: Our evening is over us; our night | whelms, whelms, and
will end us.
Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish | damask the tool-smooth
bleak light; black,
Ever so black on it. Our tale, our oracle! | Let life, waned,
ah let life wind
Off her once skeined stained veined variety | upon, all on two
spools; part, pen, pack
Now her all in two flocks, two folds--black, white; | right,
wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind
But these two; ware of a world where but these | two tell, each
off the other; of a rack
Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless, | thoughts
against thoughts in groans grind.

_33
Inversnaid_

THIS darksome burn, horseback brown,
His rollrock highroad roaring down,
In coop and in comb the fleece of his foam
Flutes and low to the lake falls home.

A windpuff-bonnet of faawn-froth
Turns and twindles over the broth
Of a pool so pitchblack, fell-frowning,
It rounds and rounds Despair to drowning.

Degged with dew, dappled with dew
Are the groins of the braes that the brook treads through,
Wiry heathpacks, flitches of fern,
And the beadbonny ash that sits over the burn.

What would the world be, once bereft
Of wet and of wildness? Let them be left,
O let them be left, wildness and wet;
Long live the weeds and the wilderness yet.

_34

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell's
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves--goes itself; _my