Ayont the Caller Fountain <br />Whan gowks were in the schaw, <br />We gether'd the wild roses <br />That were sae white and sma'; <br />And kent they süne wud fa'. <br /> <br />We gether'd the wild roses, <br />And heard on yon hillside <br />The burn rin to the water <br />That was baith deep and wide, <br />And taen it to the tide. <br /> <br />Whaur are the merry faces; <br />The herts that aince were dear? <br />Listen! there is a quiet <br />Steady ablow a' steer: <br />The sang we didna hear. <br /> <br />~~~~~~~~~~~~ <br /> <br />Beyond the fresh fountain <br />When cuckoos were in the wood <br />We gathered the wild roses <br />That were so white and small <br />And we knew they soon would fall. <br /> <br />We gathered the wild roses <br />And heard upon that hillside <br />The stream run with the water <br />That was both deep and wide <br />And carry it to the tide. <br /> <br />Where are the merry faces; <br />The hearts that once were dear? <br />Listen! There is a quiet, <br />Steady below the commotion, <br />Is the song we did not hear.<br /><br />William Soutar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-quiet-2/
