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FROM A WINDOW IN PRINCES STREET
To M. M. M'B.
Above the Crags that fade and gloomStarts the bare knee of Arthur's Seat;
Ridged high against the evening bloom,
The Old Town rises, street on street;
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Like rampired walls the houses lean,
All spired and domed and turreted,
Sheer to the valley's darkling green;
Ranged in mysterious disarray,
The Castle, menacing and austere,
Looms through the lingering last of day;
And in the silver dusk you hear,
Reverberated from crag and scar,
Bold bugles blowing points of war.
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