unca'd

Updated: May 7, 2025

Here I interrupted, "O yes! Do you remember a poet's lines to the little bourne in his childhood's home? A poet in that land where poetry is a rare plant I mean Scotland. I mean the lines: How men that niver have kenned aboot it Can lieve their after lives withoot it I canna tell, for day and nicht It comes unca'd for to my sicht."

W. H. (William Henry) Hudson - A Traveller in Little Things