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Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79.

Crichton Castle

Crichton Chapel

By David Macbeth Moir (1798–1851)

HOW like an image of repose it looks,

That ancient, holy, and sequestered pile!

Silence abides in each tree-shaded aisle,

And on the gray spire caw the hermit rooks:

So absent is the stamp of modern days,

That in the quaint carved oak, and oriel stained

With saintly legend, to reflection’s gaze

The star of Eld seems not yet to have waned.

At pensive eventide, when streams the west

On moss-greened pediment, and tombstone gray,

And spectral Silence pointeth to Decay,

How preacheth Wisdom to the conscious breast,

Saying, “Each foot that roameth here shall rest”:

To God and Heaven Death is the only way!