Clinton Scollard Night Poems

  • 1.
    I shan't tell you what's his name:
    When we want to play a game,
    Always thinks that he'll be hurt,
    Soil his jacket in the dirt,
  • 2.
    (Fiona Macleod)

    The waves about Iona dirge,
  • 3.
    Above the shouting of the gale,
    The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
    I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
    A piper play.
  • 4.
    As I came down from Lebanon,
    Came winding, wandering slowly down
    Through mountain passes bleak and brown,
    The cloudless day was well-nigh done.
Total 4 Night Poems by Clinton Scollard

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