Classic Poem

I.

I' VE angled far and angled wide,
On Fannich drear, by Luichart's side,
Across dark Conan's current;
Have haunted Beauly's silver stream,
Where glimmering thro' the forest Dream
Hangs its eternal torrent;

II.

Among the rocks of wild Maree,
O'er whose blue billow ever free
The daring eagles hover,
And where, at Glomach's ruffian steep,
The dark stream holds its angered leap,
Many a fathom over;

III.

By Lochy sad, and Laggan lake,
Where Spey uncoils his glittering snake
Among the hills of thunder;
And I have swept my fatal fly
Where swarthy Findhorn hurries by
The olden forest under:

IV.

On Tummel's solitary bed,
And where wild Tilt and Garry wed
In Athol's heathery valleys,
On Earn by green Duneira's bower,
Below Breadalbane's Tay-washed tower,
And Scone's once regal palace.

V.

There have I swept the slender line,
And where the broad Awe braves the brine,
Have watched the grey grilse gambol,
By nameless stream and tarn remote,
With light flies in the breeze afloat,
Holding my careless ramble.

VI.

But dearer than all these to me
Is sylvan Tweed; each tower and tree
That in its vale rejoices!
Dearer the streamlets one and all,
That blend with its Eolian brawl
Their own enamouring voices!