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 As at return of tide the total weight of ocean, Drawn by moon and sun from Labrador and Greenland, Sets-in amain, in the open space betwixt Mull and Scarfa, Heaving, swelling, spreading, the might of the mighty Atlantic; There into cranny and slit of the rocky, cavernous bottom Settles down, and with dimples huge the smooth sea-surface Eddies, coils, and whirls; by dangerous Corryvreckan: So in my soul of souls through its cells and secret recesses, Comes back, swelling and spreading, the old democratic fervour. But as the light of day enters some populous city, Shaming away, ere it come, by the chilly daystreak signal, High and low, the misusers of night, shaming out the gas lamps,— All the great empty streets are flooded with broadening clearness, Which, withal, by inscrutable simultaneous access Permeates far and pierces, to very cellars lying in Narrow high back-lane, and court and alley of alleys: He that goes forth to his walk, while speeding to the suburb, Sees sights only peaceful and pure; as, labourers settling Slowly to work, in their limbs the lingering sweetness of slumber; Humble market-carts, coming-in, bringing-in, not only Flower, fruit, farm-store, but sounds and sights of the country Dwelling yet on the sense of the dreamy drivers; soon after Half-awake servant-maids unfastening drowsy shutters Up at the windows, or down, letting-in the air by the doorway; School-boys, school-girls soon, with slate, portfolio, satchel, Hampered as they haste, those running, these others maidenly tripping; Early clerk anon turning out to stroll, or it may be Meet his sweetheart—waiting behind the garden gate there; Merchant on his grass-plat haply, bare-headed; and now by this time Little child bringing breakfast to "father" that sits on the timber There by the scaffolding; see, she waits for the can beside him; Mean-time above purer air untarnished of new-lit fires: So that the whole great wicked artificial civilized fabric,— All its unfinished houses, lots for sale, and railway outworks,— Seems reaccepted, resumed to Primal Nature and Beauty:— —Such—in me, and to me, and on me the love of Elspie!

Philip returned to his books, but returned to his Highlands after; Got a first 'tis said; a winsome bride, 'tis certain. There while courtship was ending, nor yet the wedding appointed,