Дина Мария Крейк (Dinah Maria Craik)

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The Golden Island: Arran from Ayr

DEEP set in distant seas it lies;
  The morning vapors float and fall,
The noonday clouds above it rise,
  Then drop as white as virgin’s pall.

And sometimes, when that shroud uplifts,
  The far green fields show strange and fair;
Mute waterfalls in silver rifts
  Sparkle adown the hillside bare.

But ah! mists gather more and more;
  And though the blue sky has no tears,	
And the sea laughs with light all o’er,
  The lovely island disappears.

O vanished island of the blest!
  O dream of all things pure and high!
Hid in deep seas, as faithful breast
  Hides loves that have but seemed to die,—

Whether on seas dividing tossed,
  Or led through fertile lands the while,
Better lose all things than have lost
  The memory of the morning isle!

For lo! when gloaming shadows glide,
  And all is calm in earth and air,
Above the heaving of the tide
  The lonely island rises fair;

Its purple peaks shine, outlined grand	 
  And clear, as noble lives nigh done;
While stretches bright from land to land
  The broad sea-pathway to the sun.

He wraps it in his glory’s blaze,
  He stoops to kiss its forehead cold;
And, all transfigured by his rays,
  It gleams—an isle of molten gold.

The sun may set, the shades descend,
  Earth sleep, and yet while sleeping smile;
But it will live unto life’s end,—
  That vision of the Golden Isle.

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