The Sheiling

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The Sheiling

It stands alone

Up in a land of stone

All worn like ancient stairs,

A land of rocks and trees

Nourished on wind and stone.

And all within

Long delicate has been;

By arts and kindliness

Coloured, sweetened, and warmed

For many years has been.

Safe resting there

Men hear in the travelling air

But music, pictures see

In the same daily land

Painted by the wild air.

One maker’s mind

Made both, and the house is kind

To the land that gave it peace,

And the stone has taken the house

To its cold heart and is kind.