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.


facebook share button twitter share button google plus share button tumblr share button reddit share button email share button share on pinterest pinterest

Create a library and add your favorite stories. Get started by clicking the "Add" button.
Add A Wraith In The Mist to your own personal library.

Return to the Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Home Page, or . . . Read the next poem; Bayard Taylor

Anton Chekhov
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Susan Glaspell
Mark Twain
Edgar Allan Poe
Mary E. Wilkins Freeman
Herman Melville
Stephen Leacock
Kate Chopin
Bjørnstjerne Bjørnson