Henry Wadsworth Longfellow — A Wraith in the Mist

On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,        &nbsp Who is it that walks by the shore, So gay with his Highland blue bonnet,        &nbsp So brave with his targe and claymore? His form is the form of a giant,        &nbsp But his face wears an aspect of pain; Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth?        &nbsp Can this be Sir Allan McLean? Ah, no! It is only the Rambler,        &nbsp The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court, And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth,        &nbsp He would wall himself round with a fort.