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Poem by Robert Stephen Hawker

The Sisters of Glen Nectan

In a rocky gorge, midway between the castles of Bottreau and Dundagel, there is a fall of waters into a hollow caldron of native stone, which has borne for ten centuries the name of St. Nectans Kieve.

IT is from Nectans mossy steep
The foamy waters flash and leap;
It is where shrinking wild-flowers grow
They lave the nymph that dwells below.

But wherefore in this far-off dell
The reliques of a human cell,
Where the sad stream and lonely wind
Bring man no tidings of his kind?

Long years agone, the old man said,
T was told him by his grandsire dead,	
One day two ancient sisters came;
None there could tell their race or name.

Their speech was not in Cornish phrase,
Their garb had signs of loftier days;
Slight food they took from hands of men,
They withered slowly in that glen.

One died,the others sunken eye
Gushed till the fount of tears was dry;
A wild and withering thought had she,
I shall have none to weep for me.

They found her silent at the last,
Bent in the shape wherein she passed,
Where her lone seat long used to stand,
Her head upon her shrivelled hand.

Did fancy give this legend birth,
The grandames tale for winter hearth?
Or some dead bard, by Nectans stream,
People these banks with such a dream?

We know not; but it suits the scene
To think such wild things here have been:
What spot more meet could grief or sin
Choose, at the last, to wither in?

Robert Stephen Hawker

Robert Stephen Hawker's other poems:
  1. The Death-Race
  2. Featherstones Doom
  3. The Scroll
  4. The Cell
  5. Mawgan of Melhuach

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