STAFFA, sprung from high Macdonald, Worthy branch of old Clan-Ranald, Staffa, king of all kind fellows, Well befall thy hills and valleys, Lakes and in lets, deeps and shallows, Cliffs of darkness, caves of wonder, Echoing the Atlantic thunder; Mountains which the grey mist covers, Where the Chieftain spirit hovers, Pausing while his pinions quiver, Stretch'd to quit our land for ever! Each kind influence reign above thee! Warmer heart, 'twixt this and Jaffa Beats not, than in heart of Staffa! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DIVINE IMAGE, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE CONTEMPLATIONS by ANNE BRADSTREET LAMENT FOR CULLODEN by ROBERT BURNS THE CHARIOT by EMILY DICKINSON NEW ENGLAND'S DEAD! by ISAAC MCLELLAN JR. A LAY OF ST. DUNSTAN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |