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Age

by William Bell Scott

−1.1026 − 0.6588i

Drawing the boundary…

Spring Salmon

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

−1.0532 − 0.6533i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Age

by William Bell Scott

'Stepping westward,' did she say,
At sunset on that long Scotch day?
'Stepping westward,' yes, alway,
With staff and scrip,
Wayfaring songs upon my lip,
Stepping, stepping, to the end.

As down the slanting path I wend,
Behold, a breadth of distant sea,
Between the hills on either hand,
Ships bearing from some unknown land
To other land unknown to me.

'Stepping westward,' all that be,
Body and soul, by land or sea,
Follow still the westering sun;
That must end which has begun.

Spring Salmon

by Patrick Reginald Chalmers

It's oh, but I'm dreaming 
Of grey water streaming, 
Great rivers that go gleaming 
Where brown the heather blows, 
Ere May's southern graces 
Rub out the last white traces 
From high and mountain places 
Of stubborn, storm-packed snows! 

The chill wind that searches 
The low-lying birches, 
The old red grouse that perches 
And swaggers in the sun; 
I'm fain for its blowing, 
I'm restless for his crowing, 
And it's I that would be going 
Where the spring salmon run! 

And oh, were they bulking 
Bright silver, or sulking — 
In the snow-broth a-skulking, 
I would care not at all, 
I'd hear the falls ringing, 
I'd see the pine-tops swinging 
In a wind that's filled with singing 
When the green plover call! 

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