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The lamp of day, with-ill presaging glare, / Dim, cloudy, sank beneath the western wave; / Th' inconstant blast howl'd thro' the dark'ning air, / And hollow whistled in the rocky cave.
Lone as I wander'd by each cliff and dell, / Once the lov'd haunts of Scotia's royal train; [1] / Or mus'd where limpid streams, once hallow'd well,[2] / Or mould'ring ruins mark the sacred fane.[3]