A bracing tale for those with broken hearts! Helen B Cruickshank shows her tart wit in this homily about the impermanence of emotion. It comes from her Collected Poems (Reprographia, 1971).

THE WISHIN’ WELL

A lass cam’ sabbin’

Tae my brink,

Tae dip her hand

An’ wishin’, drink.

“O, water, water,

Gi’e tae me

This wish I wish,

Or else I dee!”

Back cam’ the lass

Years efter-hand,

An’ peered again

At my dancin’ sand.

“I mind,” she said

“O’ drinkin’ here,

But – Losh keep me,

What did I speir?”