No, not tonight ...

Last day in Yorkshire - heading back to Edinburgh this evening ...

... I've blipped poetry from the pictured 1980 volume before, and thought this one from Andrew Young captured some of the spirit of this wonderful part of the country:


In Teesdale
(Yorkshire, North Riding)

No, not tonight,
Not by the fading light,
Not by those high fells where the forces
Fall from the mist like the white tails of horses.

From that dark slack
Where peat-hags gape too black
I turn to where the lighted farm
Holds out through the open door a golden arm.

No, not tonight,
Tomorrow by daylight;
Tonight I fear the fabulous horses
Whose white tails flash down the steep water-courses.