POEM OF THE DAY

The Herald - - OBITUARIES - WITH LES­LEY DUNCAN

El­gin-born An­drew Young was both a church­man and a nat­u­ral­ist. His spir­i­tual side and love of na­ture are in­ter­wo­ven in these two re­flec­tions from his Se­lected Po­ems (Car­canet, £9.95).

THE EVENING STAR

I saw a star shine in bare trees That stood in their dark ef­fi­gies; With voice so clear and close it sang

That like a bird it seemed to hang Ris­ing and fall­ing with the wind, Twigs on its rosy breast out­lined.

An ob­vi­ous moon high on the night

And haloed by a rain­bow light

Sounded as loud as sil­ver bell

And trees in flight be­fore it fell,

Their shad­ows strag­gling on the road Where glacier of soft moon­light flowed.

But moon nor star-un­tidy sky

Could catch my eye as that star’s eye;

For still I looked on that same star, That fit­ful, fiery Lu­cifer,

Watch­ing with mind as quiet as moss Its light nailed to a burn­ing cross.

DAISIES

The stars are ev­ery­where tonight, Above, be­neath me and around; The fill the sky with pow­dery light And glim­mer from the night-strewn ground;

For where the folded daisies are In ev­ery one I see a star.

And so I know that when I pass Where no sun’s shadow counts the hours

And where the sky was there is grass And where the stars were there are flow­ers,

Though the long night in which I lie Stars will be shin­ing in my sky.

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