Watersmeet

A perfect marriage when two rivers meet

Is consummated; each to each a force

Contributes, each to each a nature gives.

The Glass comes tumbling down from hills and peat

With water clear; while on more sober course

Slowly the quiet Dhoo through meadows weaves.

The one, impetuous, bounds on eager feet,

Reckless, and swiftly leaping from its source,

Until at length the gentle maid who lives

Meek in the valley he comes near to greet.

She, deep and placid, cannot but be stirred

Unto her depths, and roused to joyous fight,

Absorbing vital needs.  So they unite

And make a harbour where life’s craft may herd.

 

Weekly Times     16.12.60