Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

(27 February 1807 – 24 March 1882 / Portland, Maine)

A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) - Poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

On the green little isle of Inchkenneth,
Who is it that walks by the shore,
So gay with his Highland blue bonnet,
So brave with his targe and claymore?

His form is the form of a giant,
But his face wears an aspect of pain;
Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth?
Can this be Sir Allan McLean?

Ah, no! It is only the Rambler,
The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court,
And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth,
He would wall himself round with a fort.


Comments about A Wraith In The Mist. (Birds Of Passage. Flight The Fifth) by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

  • Gold Star - 8,170 Points Herbert Guitang (6/12/2015 7:16:00 PM)

    Beautiful poems and nice syllabications (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 23,758 Points * Sunprincess * (3/19/2014 10:54:00 AM)

    ........awesome imagery...enjoyed the whole poem... (Report) Reply

    Gold Star - 12,574 Points Edgar Stevens (6/12/2015 3:19:00 AM)

    I liked it too..

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 30, 2010



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