O luely, luely cam she in And luely she lat doun: I kent her be her caller lips And her breists sae sma'an'roun'. A'thru the nicht we spak nae word Nor sinder'd bane frae bane: A'thru the nicht I heard her hert Gang soundin' wi'myain.
1932 'TheTryst', stanzas1-2.
Sae luely, luely, cam she in Sae luely was she gaen And wi' her a'my simmer days Like they had never been.William Soutar
Art is for all — and the greatest art proves it.William Soutar
My life's purpose is to write poetry — but behind the poetry must be the vision of a fresh revelation for men.William Soutar
What is this poetry ? A mortal mindMade visible;a caged bird?Nay more:it is a spiritleft behindNailed by the piercing word.William Soutar
Accept the shout or silence of your peersAs if a fabled legacy or loss;Their praiseand blame are but the winds which tossYour seed into the winter of the years.William Soutar