The Funeral, IV

Alarm’d by the tumultuous roar The solan left her rocky nest, And travelling to the Fifean shore, Like snowy curtains deck’d the west; While monsters in the Forth were seen, Disporting in the waters green, With crested head, like horned owl, O’erspread with film like Carmelite’s cowl; Then all look’d ominous and drear As if some great event was near; And many saw pale Loda’s form, Gleam in his meteor-clad array; While others only heard the storm As grief or terror held their sway.