Red Jacket (From Aloft)

  Upon this scene, this show,
  Yielded to-day by fashion, learning, wealth,
  (Nor in caprice alone--some grains of deepest meaning,)
  Haply, aloft, (who knows?) from distant sky-clouds blended shapes,
  As some old tree, or rock or cliff, thrilld with its soul,
  Product of Natures sun, stars, earth direct--a towering human form,
  In hunting-shirt of film, armd with the rifle, a half-ironical
      smile curving its phantom lips,
  Like one of Ossians ghosts looks down.