WILLIAM Soutar (1898-1943), the Perth poet, confined to bed by ill-health for much of his adult life, offers some wise if rather stark observations on life. The poem is included in Into A Room, his Selected Poems, edited by Carl MacDougall and Douglas Gifford (Argyll, £7.99).

HE WHO WEEPS FOR BEAUTY GONE

He who weeps for beauty gone

Hangs about his neck a stone.

He who mourns for this lost youth

Daily digs a grave for truth.

He who prays for happy hours

Tramples upon earthy flowers.

He who asks an oath from love

Doth thereby his folly prove.

Mourn not overmuch, nor stress

After love or happiness.

He who weeps for beauty gone

Stoops to pluck a flower of stone.