and all dark things before it are made bright

i the green gless a saumon soums
bull i the stane
i the wan gless a seamaa hings
the bull's i the stane
i the gowden gless an eagle's risin
the bull's i the stane
the stane's a derk gless

i the derk gless
seamaa, saumon
stauns the bull
fauld yir wings about uis
sterk an strang
seamaa, saumon i the stane
strang i the mirk
fauld yir wings about uis
doun i the derk gless
seamaa, saumon i the stane
the sterk bull stauns

Engines of contemplation, dark mirrors where understanding swims unseen, empty vessels where dreamers read their future and divine their past?

Can it be true that the stones watch over us, raising bright wings radiant with meaning, to keep us from harm?

Only at this moment, here at every second, love is made manifest. All that is true for us stands true for ever: subtle the paradox inhabited by lovers, and endless the ocean in which they swim.

No visitor from the stars but is the same as they are
(Hugh MacDiarmid On a Raised Beach)

and all dark things before it are made bright
(Swinburne)