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