Till’ts coils like a thistle’s leafs
Sweep space wi’ levin sheafs.
Frae laichest deeps o’ the ocean
It rises in flight upon flight,
And ’yont its uttermaist motion
Can still set roses alight,
As else unreachable height
Fa’s under its triumphin’ sight.
Here is the root that feeds
The shank wi’ the blindin’ wings