The Vision（3 / 10）

  her eye, ev'n turn'd on empty space,
  beam'd keen with honour.
  down flow'd her robe, a tartan sheen,
  till half a leg was scrimply seen;
  an' such a leg! my bonie jean
  could only peer it;
  sae straught, sae taper, tight an' clean—
  nane else came near it.
  her mantle large, of greenish hue,
  my gazing wonder chiefly drew:
  deep lights and shades, bold-mingling, threw
  a lustre grand;
  and seem'd, to my astonish'd view,
  a well-known land.
  here, rivers in the sea were lost;
  there, mountains to the skies were toss't:
  here, tumbling billows mark'd the coast,
  with surging foam;
  there, distant shone art's lofty boast,
  the lordly dome.
  here, doon pour'd down his far-fetch'd floods;
  there, well-fed irwine stately thuds:
  auld hermit ayr staw thro' his woods,
  on to the shore;
  and many a lesser torrent scuds,
  with seeming roar.
  low, in a sandy valley spread,
  an ancient borough rear'd her head;
  still, as in scottish story read,
  she boasts a race ↑返回顶部↑