| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VIII. Loch Ericht | | By John Stuart Blackie (1809–1895) |
| | | THE LAKE is smooth; the air is soft and still; | |
| The water shines with a broad lambent gleam; | |
| And the white cloud sleeps on the hoary hill, | |
| With the mild glory of a sainted dream. | |
| From the steep crag the distant bleatings come | 5 |
| Of sheep far-straggling o’er the turfy way; | |
| And the harsh torrent, softened to a hum, | |
| Gives murmurous music from the stony brae. | |
| If here on earth a heaven may be, thou hast | |
| Heaven here to-day; now give thy soul repose. | 10 |
| To-morrow, down this glen the ruffian blast | |
| May sweep, while high the enchaféd billow throws | |
| Its surly might, and smites the sounding shore, | |
| And the swollen rills rush down with thunderous roar! | | | | |
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