We Met at the Caledonian
Hotel in the West End
The Royal Mile is John Knox’s creed,
Yet strict stone Edinburgh has the pinks,
The lavenders, and blues which lovers need
When springtime Presbyterian day winks
To twilight. Grayness overawes the eyes
Until the sun is settling in the west.
Then comes the lilac and the rose surprise,
A silk embroidered pastel colored vest
A Calvanistic minister might wear
When love comes round the corner of the High
Street. Love comes round the corner to the square
Where St. Giles hulks, stunned by May’s pretty sigh.
..The black crest architecture looms above
….The Firth of Forth, a sea, a sea of love.