TO THE BUTTERFLY. CHILD of the sun! pursue thy rapturous flight, -Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept BLUE SEPTEMBER 2, 1812. was the loch, the clouds were gone, Ben-Lomond in his glory shone, When, Luss, I left thee; when the breeze Thy kirk-yard wall among the trees, The legend on the stone was read. * Tarbat, thy shore I climbed at last; And, thy shady region passed, Upon another shore I stood, And looked upon another flood; + * Signifying in the Gaelic language an Isthmus. Night fell; and dark and darker grew As o'er the glimmering waves we flew ; The shattered fortress, whence the Dane All into midnight-shadow sweep When day springs upward from the deep! * The prow wakes splendour; and the oar, Glad sign, and sure! for now we hail And crosses decked thy summits blue. * A phenomenon described by many navigators. |