Excerpt from Kildrostan a Dramatic Poem
Chorus.
Poor fishers on the wild west shore
Where slow mists trail along the hills,
And from the mist comes evermore
The sound of rushing brooks and rills,
Are plodding, grave, with lingering feet,
About the high hot noon of day,
Along the circle of the street
That straggles round the circling bay.
Why are the long-oared boats afloat?
Why tolls the bell from the stepled kirk?
It is not the hour to launch the boat,
And it is not the Sabbath of rest from work;
And why are they all in the best array,
As it were for some high holiday?
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