82 STUDIES OF NATURE 



CHAPTEK IX 



Deep peace abides within the glen profound, 



Though gaunt the heights its purple depth that rim 

 Peaks of the Castles and the visage grim 



Of dark Cir Mhor : no sound, nor ghost of sound 



Comes to me here ; only, where rowans bound 

 The crystal burn, it croons its evening hymn, 

 And the wind stirs the reeds ; while vast and dim, 



Dimmer and vaster grow the hills around. 



The home of solitude indeed is thine, 



Sannox ! Man turns from thee, he dare not stay 



'Neath those eternal peaks in jagged line 

 That scorn his puny frame and little day : 



He seeks the sea-marge where white houses shine, 

 And boats are moor'd within the sheltering bay. 



CUTHBEBT E. TYBEB, Glen Sannox, Arran. 



COBRIE : Friday, August 15. 



MY journal broke off yesterday with the twilight 

 on the nioor. The day had been, in our sense 

 of the word, an eventful one, eventful to those 



