Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone
As if were here denied
The summer sun, the spring's deep dew,
That clothe with many varied hue
The bleakest mountain side.
(Sir Walter Scott, The Lord of the Isles)
Black waves, bare crags, and banks of stone
As if were here denied
The summer sun, the spring's deep dew,
That clothe with many varied hue
The bleakest mountain side.
(Sir Walter Scott, The Lord of the Isles)