The Scarlet Gown: Being Verses by a St. Andrews Man
Transcribed from the 1891 Simpkin, Marshall, Hamilton & Co. edition by David Price, ccx074@coventry.ac.uk

 

THE SCARLET GOWN: BEING VERSES BY A ST. ANDREWS MAN

ST. ANDREWS, N.B.: A. M. HOLDEN LONDON: SIMPKIN, MARSHALL, HAMILTON & CO. 1891

CONTENTS

p. i‘ . . . the little town, The drifting surf, the wintry year, The college of the scarlet gown, St. Andrews by the Northern Sea, That is a haunted town to me.’

p. i

Andrew Lang.

Andrew Lang

p. iiPREFACE

p. ii

St. Andrews, but for its Town Council and its School Board, is a quiet place; and the University, except during the progress of a Rectorial Election, is peaceable and well-conducted. I hope these verses may so far reflect St. Andrews life as to be found pleasant, if not over exciting.

I am able to reprint the verses on ‘The City of Golf’ by the special courtesy of the Editor of the Saturday Review.

A few explanatory notes are given at the end of the book.

R. F. MURRAY.

p. 1THE VOICE THAT SINGS

p. 1

The voice that sings across the night Of long forgotten days and things, Is there an ear to hear aright The voice that sings?

It is as when a curfew rings Melodious in the dying light, A sound that flies on pulsing wings.

And faded eyes that once were bright Brim over, as to life it brings The echo of a dead delight, The voice that sings.


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