Impressions of Scotland Save for later Saved By John Robert Quinn October 1, 1981 Save for later Saved Miles and miles of silence Where bare-ribbed hills subsist On wind and air. Eternal Heather purpling the mist. Lochs too deep for plumbing. Scudding sheep as thick As surf. At dusk a cottage Lit by a gold-tongued wick. Recommended: Could you pass a US citizenship test?