Far, like the red-bird’s wing he seemed to glide;
Then dived, and vanished in the woodlands dun.
Oft, to that spot by tender memory won,
Would Albert climb the promontory’s height,
If but a dim sail glimmered in the sun;
But never more, to bless his longing sight,
Was Outalissi hailed, with bark and plumage bright.
[29] [See Notes] at the end of the Volume.
[30] Scotland.
[31] The Gaelic appellation for the porpoise.