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The tropics vanish, and meseems that I, / From Halkerside, from topmost Allermuir, / Or steep Caerketton, dreaming gaze again.
Far set in fields and woods, the town I see / Spring gallant from the shallows of her smoke, / Cragged, spired, and turreted, her virgin fort / Beflagged. About, on seaward-drooping hills, / New folds of city glitter. Last, the Forth / Wheels ample waters set with sacred isles, / And populous Fife smokes with a score of towns.