Shieling

He loves even the mud, whose dyes renounce all brightness to the skies.

The Sheeling It stands alone, up in a land of stone, all worn like ancient stairs, a land of rocks and trees, nourished on wind and stone.

and all within long delicate has been, by arts and kindliness, coloured, sweetened and warmed, for many years has been.

Safe resting there, men hear in the travelling air but music, pictures see in the same daily land, painted by the wild air.