For me the sky, the sea, the wold, 
     
     Have beckoning visions wild and fair, 
     
     The mystery of a tale untold, 
     
     The grace of an unuttered prayer. 
     
     Let others choose the fairer path 
     
     That winds the dimpling valley through, 
     
     I gladly seek this lonely strath 
     
     Companioned by my dreams of you. 
     
    
   
   
    
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