They cling like limpets to the rocky Steep
These cottages that flank the winding road
Climbing the Mull ; or like precarious load
Of packages on a hunchback. The sheep
Graze on the hillside and a lofty sweep
Of sky crowns all. Here ancient thatched abode
And modern villa mingle in a code
That spells a message obvious yet deep.
Two worlds are ever with us, new and old ;
One ever yielding slowly, stubbornly ;
One ever gaining, growing ever bold,
Proclaiming life’s urgent variety ;
And as we gaze the ages are unrolled
In all their flux and immortality.
Mona’s Herald 21.3.61