AN ANGLER'S RAMBLES 



IV. 



Where, from his lair of clouds, Ben More 

 Keeps sullen watch o'er sea and shore, 



A huge unbending terror ! 

 That in the pauses of the storm 

 Scowling regards his rugged form 



In Assynt's trembling mirror. 



v. 



With the sad water-nymphs that weave 

 His summer raiment, morn and eve, 



I've join'd in plaintive chorus ; 

 A hundred voices lent their wail, 

 Moan'd the black tarn and sung the gale 



In fitful gusts before us. 



VI. 



Inver caught up the doleful chaunt, 

 And from the kelpie's reedy haunt 



Came shapes and sounds unchancy, 

 Fays, elves and bogles sobs and chimes- 

 Spell-word and charm and wizard rhymes 



Woven in the loom of Fancy ; 



VII. 



In the grim passes of the West, 

 Where Kirkaig in his fierce unrest 



Foams like a demon frantic, 

 Tearing his way from Fewn's embrace 

 Through moor and mist a troubled race- 

 To wed the wild Atlantic ! 



