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Poem by Alexander Smith


Inversnaid


LIKE clouds or streams we wandered on at will,
Three glorious days, till, near our journeys end,
As down the moorland road we straight did wend,
To Wordsworths Inversnaid, talking to kill
The cold and cheerless drizzle in the air,
Bove me I saw, at pointing of my friend,
An old fort, like a ghost, upon the hill,
Stare in blank misery through the blinding rain,
So human-like it seemed in its despair,
So stunned with grief,long gazed at it we twain.
Weary and damp we reached our poor abode;
I, warmly seated in the chimney-nook,
Still saw that old fort oer the moorland road
Stare through the rain with strange woe-wildered look.



Alexander Smith


Alexander Smith's other poems:
  1. Blaavin
  2. Edinburgh
  3. To ----
  4. Barbara
  5. Love


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Gerard Hopkins Inversnaid ("This darksome burn, horseback brown")
  • Andrew Symington Inversnaid ("IN little boat we lie")

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