Granville Bantock Hebridean Sea-Poem, Caristiona

Abstract The Lady Clanranald sat on the shore of Moy dart watching the setting sun, and as she watched, she saw with the keen eye of a mother’s love and a mother’s pain, two ships sailing through the Western Sea. From the one, though sailing seaward, came the sounds of harping and of song, and of a bride’s laugh that was sweeter than both-while from the mast-top waved the Clanranald badge, a spray of purple heather fresh with the bloom of the hillside. From the other ship, though sailing homeward, came the sound of the croon and the keening for the dead-the bride of yesterday-the one-no-more of to-night-while from the mast-top drooped and withered a spray of purple heather.