Thy kirk-yard wall among the trees, Tarbat, thy shore I climbed at last; And, thy shady region passed, 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 Oh blest retreat, and sacred too! And crosses decked thy summits blue. * A phenomenon described by many navigators. Oft, like some loved romantic tale, |