Interior Of Fingal's Cave, Looking To Iona
Photographer: Wilson, George Washington
Medium: Photographic print
"'The shores of Mull on the eatward lay,
And Ulva dark, and Colonsay,
And all the group of islets gay
That guard famed Staffa round.
Then all unknown its columns rose
Where dark and undisturbed repose
The cormorant had found,
And the sky seal had quiet home,
And weltered in that wondrous dome,
Where, as to shame the temples decked
By skill of earthly architect,
Nature herself, it seemed, would raise
A Minstser to her Maker's praise!
Not for a meaner use ascend
Her columns, or her arches bend;
Nor of a theme less solemn tells
That mighty surge that ebbs and swells;
And still, between each awful pause,
From the high vault an answer draws
In varied tone prolonged and high,
That mocks the organ's melody.
Nor doth that entrance front in vain
To old Iona's holy fame,
That Nature's voice might seem to say -
'Well hast thou done frail child of clay!
Thy humble powers, that stately shrine
Tasked high and hard - but witness mine!'
Descriptive letterpress from the book 'Photographs of English and Scottish Scenery' by G W Wilson