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Poem by Charles Mackay


The Cobbler



Ben Arthur, or the Cobbler, rises in great majesty and grandeur at the head of Loch Long to the height of 2,400 feet, his fantastic peak cracked and shattered into every conceivable form. From one point it resembles the figure of a cobbler. Hence the popular name of the mountain.  Tourists Guide.

FAR away, up in his rocky throne,
The gaunt old Cobbler dwells alone.
Around his head the lightnings play,
Where he sits with his lapstone, night and day.
No one seeth his jerking awl,
No one heareth his hammer fall;
But what he doth when mists enwrap
The bald and barren mountain-top,
And cover him up from the sight of man,
No one knoweth, or ever can.

Oft in the night, when storms are loud,
He thunders from the drifting cloud,
And sends his voice oer sea and lake
To bid his brother Bens awake;
And Lomond, Lawers, and Venue
Answer him back with wild halloo,
And Cruachan shouts from his splintered peaks,
And the straths respond when the monarch speaks,
And hill with hill and Ben with Ben
Talk wisdommeaningless to men.

And oft he sings, this Cobbler old,
And his voice rings loud from his summits cold,
And the north-wind helps him with organ-swell,
And the rush of streams as they leap the fell.
But none interprets right or wrong
The pith and burden of his song,
Save one, a weird and crazy wight,
Oppressed with the gift of the second sight,
Who tells the shepherds of Glencroe
What the Cobbler thinks of our world below.



Charles Mackay


Charles Mackay's other poems:
  1. Kilravock Tower
  2. The Days of Yore
  3. Lorenzo Pines in Dungeon Gloom
  4. The Light in the Window
  5. The Three Preachers


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