Oh, great-eyed contemplation whom I saw <br />Walk by the blue shores of the Northern Sea <br />Leaning upon a giant, who for thee <br />Seemed gentle, while black Night far west did gnaw <br />The jagged Eve, and, near, the flapping caw <br />Round Beatoun's shadowy Tower croaked down on me <br />More than the gloom of Night: ere thou couldst see <br />Beyond the inhuman ruin, or withdraw <br />Thy soul from eyes, which, as one tune can fill <br />Two voices, made the pathos of that soul <br />A double passion, standing dim and still <br />I saw and wondered. Is this book thy scroll, <br />Ah Sybil? Hast thou writ the unheard cry <br />I saw thee look that eve to Eartn and Sea and Sky?<br /><br />Sydney Thompson Dobell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-receiving-a-book-from/
