The Halted Moment

Wha hasna turn'd inby a sunny street And fund alang its length nae folk were there; And heard his step fa' steadily and clear Nor wauken ocht but schedows at his feet. Shuther to shuther in the reemlin heat The houses seem'd to hearken and to stare; But a' were doverin whaur they stude and were Like wa's ayont the echo o' time's beat. Wha hasna thocht whan atween stanes sae still, That had been biggit up for busyness, He has come wanderin into a place Lost, and forgotten, and unchangeable; And thocht the far-off traffic sounds to be The weary waters o' mortality.