Empty Vessel

I met ayont the cairney A lass wi' tousie hair Singin' till a bairnie That was nae langer there.

Wunds wi' warlds to swing Dinna sing sae sweet. The licht that bends owre a' thing Is less ta'en up wi't.

:: Hugh MacDiarmid

ayont the cairney: beyond the little cairn

a bairnie: a baby