Garwick

 

Let me address the shade of Walter Scott !

Oh, great romantic heart, were you indeed

A visitor to this fair isle, this spot

Of living green and gold, this flowering mead

Set in the dark blue sea ? And did you feed

Your eyes with beauty as you laid in store

The gracious curves of nature here displayed

In alternating lure of Glen and moor ?

And did that time the ocean’s frightening roar

Fill Garwick Glen with wild and lawless sound,

As you with thoughts of dirk and smuggling lore

Walked with receptive mind upon this ground ?

Yet this dark cave within the nettled brake

Seems much too small for doughty Hatteraick !

 

Mona’s Herald      13.3.62