Canticle For Usquebaugh
Canticle for Usquebaugh
Have you not heard the fragrant voice of Aberlour,
Soft spoken and gentle to the tongue, quiet oak
And the distant tones of bourbon, orange, and
Candied peel?
Lazy hills, with tumbling streams and silent
Broadwaters, green meadows and the glint of
Golden, shaking barley, distant to the horizon,
Harbinger of joy.
Have you not heard its seductive tones, eloquent
Words of desire and promise, singing to you,
Praising your virtues, painting a portrait of
Greatness and worth?
Aberlour.
Copyright © Edward Clapham | Year Posted 2017
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