There's eloquence in watter,
The swack-tongued element ... A gushin Babylon,
Screivin lang langamachies in puils.

There's danger in keekin.
Frae a heich altar
The water thunners doon a sermon.
Bubbles are spectacled bodies, Librarians likely,
Thoombin a livin buik.

Naethin' hauds the waves, Nae tether nur crook;
Wild horses, brakkin the halter.
A greetin knight lies ferfochen
On the burn's fleer,
Droonin an auld disgrace.
His shield's his bier:
See it shine, grey on broon!
There's a bronze necklet happen his face;
An eel bindin his croon.