The poem below I have heard and seen before it was left in the Ryvoan bothy during the 1939 -45 war, it is not known who wrote it but what a grand piece of poetry. Ryvoan in these days would be a pretty quiet place unlike now where it is a short walk from Glenmore. My friend Ray Sefton that great Stravaigerof the hills (derives from eighteenth-century Scotsextravage, meaning ‘wander about;) of the Cairngorms was given it and a few others discovered in a friends attic. I wonder what happened to the author? Ryvoan Bothy lies at the top of the Ryvoan Pass about a mile North-East of Glenmore Lodge in the Cairngorms. My Dad used to visit Ryvoan in his student days and after the was I bet he saw the original poem. Enjoy!
I LEAVE TONIGHT FOR EUSTON
I shall leave tonight from Euston
By the seven-thirty train,
And from Perth in the early morning
I shall see the hills again.
From the top of Ben Macdhui
I shall watch the gathering storm,
And see the crisp snow lying
At the back of Cairngorm.
I shall feel the mist of Bhrotain
And pass by the Lairig Ghru
To look on dark Loch Einich
From the heights of Sgoran Dubh.
From the broken Barns of Bynack
I shall see the sunrise gleam
On the forehead of Ben Rinnes
And Strathspey awake from dream.
And again in the dusk of evening
I shall find once more alone
The dark water of the Green Loch,
And the pass beyond Ryvoan
For tonight I leave from Euston
And leave the world behind:
Who has the hills as a lover,
Will find them wondrous kind.
And again in the dusk of evening.I shall find once more alone
The dark water of the Green Loch,And the pass beyond Ryvoan.
For tonight I leave for Euston.And leave the world behind:
Who has the hills as a lover,Will find them wondrous kind.