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.