Clinton Scollard

(1860-1932 / United States)

Bag-Pipes At Sea - Poem by Clinton Scollard

Above the shouting of the gale,
   The whipping sheet, the dashing spray,
I heard, with notes of joy and wail,
   A piper play.

Along the dipping deck he trod,
   The dusk about his shadowy form;
He seemed like some strange ancient god
   Of song and storm.

He gave his dim-seen pipes a skirl
   And war went down the darkling air;
Then came a sudden subtle swirl,
   And love was there.

What were the winds that flailed and flayed
   The sea to him, the night obscure?
In dreams he strayed some brackened glade,
   Some heathery moor.

And if he saw the slanting spars,
   And if he watched the shifting track,
He marked, too, the eternal stars
   Shine through the wrack.

And so amid the deep sea din,
   And so amid the wastes of foam,
Afar his heart was happy in
   His highland home!


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 4, 2003



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