Germaine Greer will be among those paying tribute to Elizabeth Melville, the early Scottish poet whose talents will be celebrated tomorrow in a series of events in Edinburgh (see Elizabeth Melville Day online for details).

Published at the start of the seventeenth century, she was preoccupied with religious matters, from a presbyterian perspective. Read aloud, her lines spring to life.

SONNET - I WILL BE AS ANE ELME

I will be as ane elme that still doth stand

and will not bowe for no kinkynd of blaist

I will have my affectiouns at

command

and cause them yeild to reasoun at the laist

in midst of all my paine I will hold fast

the herb of patience to cure

my sore

No kynd of greif sall mak my hairt agast

nor earthlie cairs torment my mynd no more

sould I lament I can not tell quhairfoir

It will be long or murning may me mend

altho I sould sit siching

evermore

no sichs nor sobbs can caus my greif tak end

Rejoyce in god my saull and be content

then hes thou more then welthie Cresis rent.

kinkynd=kind; Cresis=Croesus