A Highland Regiment/Dedication

F in my song the heart of love Looks from another maiden's eyes, Where on the hills of Morven move The kings too proud for Paradise; Though to your ears the autumn brings No sounds of crying, you will know The murmur of immortal things In this dark tale of long ago. If in the silence of the nights The song of Angus calls no more, If all the sea is ringed with lights And no waves moaning on the shore. Though Balor sleeping on the hills Forgets the dew in his drenched hair, You will remember ancient ills Pitying another Alastair.

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