| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807–1882). Complete Poetical Works. 1893. | | | | Birds of Passage | Flight the Fifth.
A Wraith in the Mist |
| | | | “Sir, I should build me a fortification, if I came to live here.”—BOSWELL’S Johnson. |
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ON the green little isle of Inchkenneth, | |
| Who is it that walks by the shore, | |
| So gay with his Highland blue bonnet, | |
| So brave with his targe and claymore? | |
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| His form is the form of a giant, | 5 |
| But his face wears an aspect of pain; | |
| Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth? | |
| Can this be Sir Allan McLean? | |
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| Ah, no! It is only the Rambler, | |
| The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court, | 10 |
| And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth, | |
| He would wall himself round with a fort. | | | |
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