Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, ed. Poems of Places: An Anthology in 31 Volumes.
Scotland: Vols. VI–VIII. 1876–79. | | | | Inversnaid | | Inversnaid | | Alexander Smith (1830–1867) |
| | | LIKE clouds or streams we wandered on at will, | |
| Three glorious days, till, near our journey’s end, | |
| As down the moorland road we straight did wend, | |
| To Wordsworth’s ‘Inversnaid,’ talking to kill | |
| The cold and cheerless drizzle in the air, | 5 |
| ’Bove me I saw, at pointing of my friend, | |
| An old fort, like a ghost, upon the hill, | |
| Stare in blank misery through the blinding rain, | |
| So human-like it seemed in its despair, | |
| So stunned with grief,—long gazed at it we twain. | 10 |
| Weary and damp we reached our poor abode; | |
| I, warmly seated in the chimney-nook, | |
| Still saw that old fort o’er the moorland road | |
| Stare through the rain with strange woe-wildered look. | | | | |
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