Andrew James Symington (Эндрю Джеймс Симингтон)

Inversnaid

                IN little boat we lie
Close by the waterfall, at Inversnaid,
Which in a broad thin sheet comes dashing o’er
Brown cliffs, embosomed in green foliage,—
Bright rainbows gleaming in its mist-like spray;
While, from the crevices of neighboring rocks
Spring graceful harebells, nodding in the breeze,
And mirrored on the silent lake. Then gusts
Sweep sudden down the glens, a-wrinkling all
The surface of the loch; and veiling clouds
Rest on the mountain peaks. We hear,
Now, Ossian’s wildly murmuring wind-swept harp
Wail, echoed from far, lonely, dusky heights.

1. Inch Cailliach
2. Summer Memories
3. Kilmaronock

Alexander Smith (Александр Смит) Inversnaid ("LIKE clouds or streams we wandered on at will")

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