Wha hasna turn'd inby a sunny street <br />And fund alang its length nae folk were there; <br />And heard his step fa' steadily and clear <br />Nor wauken ocht but schedows at his feet. <br />Shuther to shuther in the reemlin heat <br />The houses seem'd to hearken and to stare; <br />But a' were doverin whaur they stude and were <br />Like wa's ayont the echo o' time's beat. <br />Wha hasna thocht whan atween stanes sae still, <br />That had been biggit up for busyness, <br />He has come wanderin into a place <br />Lost, and forgotten, and unchangeable; <br />And thocht the far-off traffic sounds to be <br />The weary waters o' mortality.<br /><br />William Soutar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-halted-moment/
