The Stonefolds (Classic Reprint)

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Excerpt from The Stonefolds The ragged heather-ridge is black Against the sunset's frosty rose, With rustling breath, down syke and slack, The icy, eager north-wind blows. It shivers through my hair, and flicks The blood into my tingling cheek, And with adventurous urging pricks My spirit, that in drowsy reek Of glowing peats had dreamt too long, Crouched in the cosy ingle-nook, Till life seemed vainer than the song The kettle sings upon the crook - Till life seemed vainer than the puff Of steam that perished in hot air - A fretful fume, a vapour stuff Of gusty passion, cloudy care. But as, once more, I watch the stars Re-kindle in the glittering west, Beyond the fell-top's naked scars, Life rouses in me with new zest. The immortal wakens in my blood Beneath the wind's relentless thresh, And universal life at flood Breaks through the bonds of bone and flesh. I scale the utmost peak of night, The eternal breath upon my face, Till, borne on plumes of singing light, I lose myself in starry space. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.