And look on the rocks so grey,—
On these huge stones on the summits
I can lie, as oft I lay.
“And if it soughs in the forest,
In the beechwood’s native land,—
And if the wave roars deeply,
I nod to sea and strand.
“O, never my heart forgetteth
The cairn, the wood, and the strand,—
For my heart is only at home in