ard,
unknooor—simplicity's reward!—
ae night, within the a brugh of ayr,
by whim inspir'd, or haply prest wi' care,
he left his bed, and took his wayward route,
and down by simpson's wheel'd the left about:
(whether impell'd by all-direg fate,
to witness what i after shall narrate;
or whether, rapt iation high,
he wander'd out, he knew not where or why:)
the drowsy dungeon-clock had number'd two,
and walce tower had sworn the fact was true:
the tide-swoln firth, with sullen-sounding roar,
through the still night dash'd
The Brigs Of Ayr(5/20)