Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem: A Wraith in the Mist

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
FLIGHT THE FIFTH - A Wraith in the Mist
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________________________________________________ FLIGHT THE FIFTH: A Wraith in the Mist "Sir, I should build me a fortification, if I came to live here." --BOSWELL'S Johnson. 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? His form is the form of a giant, But his face wears an aspect of pain; Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth? Can this be Sir Allan McLean? Ah, no! It is only the Rambler, The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court, And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth, He would wall himself round with a fort. Content of FLIGHT THE FIFTH: A Wraith in the Mist [Henry Wadsworth Longfellow's poem collection: Birds of Passage] Read next: FLIGHT THE FIFTH: The Three Kings Read previous: FLIGHT THE FIFTH: King Trisanku Table of content of Birds of Passage GO TO TOP OF SCREEN Post your review Your review will be placed after the table of content of this book

Birds of Passage, poem(s) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow