The Hairst Licht ower Lomond
The hairst licht fa's saft ower Lomond's braes,An gowden mist lies low upon the loch;The hills stand still, as gin the warld drew breath,While autumn lays its licht on stane an heather.https://inkandrain.home.blog/2026/10/17/the-hairst-licht-ower-lomond/