Sonnet to Shelley.

"The roarin' game, the roarin' game,         From Scotland's bonnie land it came,         The land of loch and firth and ben,         And co"

"I cannot loiter on my way,             The ice is drifting through Belle Isle,         And far to seaward by Cape Ray             Broad lea"

"There's a race, or a part of a race, if you will,         Of renown prehistoric, and vigorous still,         Who back from their fastnesses"

"I am arrayed in light and shade,             A free-born spirit of air;         A fanciful theme like a twilight dream,             Or a ma"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"