Blencathra

It is not the beauty of your body,
the beauty shaped in your face,
the beauty blinding my eyes
though it has gone beyond thought;
but the beauty of the spirit
that took form in your face,
the beauty of the spirit,
the heart marrow of my love.

Sorley MacLean, from The Haunted Ebb

- the page in the book had been marked, together with the poem 'Gentle Night'
'... a night with my love in her beauty,
a night whose completeness hides
from my own eyes the shadow
I cast on the horizon ...'