Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.
The Golden Island: Arran from Ayr
By Dinah Maria Mulock Craik (18261887)D
The morning vapors float and fall,
The noonday clouds above it rise,
Then drop as white as virgin’s pall.
The far green fields show strange and fair;
Mute waterfalls in silver rifts
Sparkle adown the hillside bare.
And though the blue sky has no tears,
And the sea laughs with light all o’er,
The lovely island disappears.
O dream of all things pure and high!
Hid in deep seas, as faithful breast
Hides loves that have but seemed to die,—
Or led through fertile lands the while,
Better lose all things than have lost
The memory of the morning isle!
And all is calm in earth and air,
Above the heaving of the tide
The lonely island rises fair;
And clear, as noble lives nigh done;
While stretches bright from land to land
The broad sea-pathway to the sun.
He stoops to kiss its forehead cold;
And, all transfigured by his rays,
It gleams—an isle of molten gold.
Earth sleep, and yet while sleeping smile;
But it will live unto life’s end,—
That vision of the Golden Isle.