Opens on Katrine’s lake and isle.
Gray Benvenue I soon repass’d,
Loch Katrine lay beneath me cast.
The sun is set;—the clouds are met,
The lowering scowl of heaven
An inky hue of livid blue
To the deep lake has given;
Strange gusts of wind from mountain glen
Swept o’er the lake, then sunk agen.
I heeded not the eddying surge,