Among The Hebrides Poem by Emily Pfeiffer

FROM blue Loch Carron rise white and sheer
Its bare rock faces and island cones,
And they glitter as frost and wind-bleached bones;
Coral and sapphire far and near,
Pearl-white coral and sapphire clear,
Finely-chiselled as cameo stones,
No blurred edges or soft mixed tones:
Blue as the bottomless, white as fear.

Do I sleep, do I dream, in the hard clear day,
On the windy deck, in the afternoon,
With the sough of the wave, and the spume of the spray,
And my hair like the dank sea-tangle blown
On the landward breeze? Is it Portree bay
That we make, or some cove in the long dead moon?