On the green little isle of Inchkenneth, <br />Who is it that walks by the shore, <br />So gay with his Highland blue bonnet, <br />So brave with his targe and claymore? <br /> <br />His form is the form of a giant, <br />But his face wears an aspect of pain; <br />Can this be the Laird of Inchkenneth? <br />Can this be Sir Allan McLean? <br /> <br />Ah, no! It is only the Rambler, <br />The Idler, who lives in Bolt Court, <br />And who says, were he Laird of Inchkenneth, <br />He would wall himself round with a fort.<br /><br />Henry Wadsworth Longfellow<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wraith-in-the-mist-birds-of-passage-flight-the-fifth/
