A Highland Regiment/To the Unknown Love

CANNOT see you in the light Or find you in the day. For when the sun springs up at dawn I think you slip away.

I wait until the night is come To pass beyond the veil, And then I find you in the land Of the unuttered tale.

Then gazing out across the night I see with glad surmise The shadows of your loosened hair, The depth of your grave eyes. , 1912