| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Highland Solitude | | By John Stuart Blackie (1809–1895) |
| | | IN the lone glen the silver lake doth sleep; | |
| Sleeps the white cloud upon the sheer black hill: | |
| All moorland sounds a solemn silence keep; | |
| I only hear the tiny trickling rill | |
| ’Neath the red moss. Athwart the dim gray pall | 5 |
| That veils the day a dusky fowl may fly; | |
| But, on this bleak brown moor, if thou shalt call | |
| For men, a spirit will sooner make reply. | |
| Come hither, thou whose agile mind doth flit | |
| From talk to talk, and tempt the pensive mood. | 10 |
| Converse with men makes sharp the glittering wit, | |
| But God to man doth speak in solitude. | |
| Come, sit thee down upon this old gray stone; | |
| Men learn to think, and feel, and pray, alone. | | | | |
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