And so that he unstinted may abide In all the pomp and power of lordly pride, Riot in lawless loves, or, if he please, Have a refreshing change of palaces; Or softly warmed in scented orange bowers, Shun his moist land of mist and mountain showers, The far-off master hath declared his will, To have the crofters swept from every dale and hill.

— MATHILDE BLIND, Heather on Fire.