JOHN STUART THOMSON
THE VALE OF ESTABELLE
THEY hide within the hollows, and they creep into the dell,
The little time-stained headstones in the vale of Estabelle.
I often looked across them when I lounged upon the hill;
I never walked among them, nor could cross the moody rill.
I had a dread of seeing e'er the dead of pallid face,
And feared at night to meet their ghosts haunting a lonely place.