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
bairnie: baby
licht: light