"Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch: Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?”— "Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir "Tis not because the ring they ride, O'er Roslin all that dreary night, A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; "Twas broader than the watch-fire's light, And redder than the bright moonbeam. It glared on Roslin's castled rock, Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud, Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie, Each Baron, for a sable shroud, Sheathed in his iron panoply. 1 Island. 10 15 20 25 30 35 XIII 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, So blithe Lady Alice is singing; On the beech's pride, and oak's brown side, 33 Up spoke the moody Elfin King, Like wind in the porch of a ruin'd church, "Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, Our moonlight circle's screen? Or who comes here to chase the deer, "Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie, For cross or sign thou wilt not fly, 45 50 "Lay on him the curse of the wither'd heart, The curse of the sleepless eye; Till he wish and pray that his life would part, Nor yet find leave to die." XIV 55 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, Up Urgan starts, that hideous dwarf, 60 63 For leaves to spread our lowly bed, 15 'Tis but the blood of deer." A cloak must shear from the slaughter'd deer, The blood of Ethert Brand." 'Twas but a fatal chance; "And if there's blood on Richard's hand, For darkling was the battle tried, A spotless hand is mine. 75 And fortune sped the lance. "If pall and vair1 no more I wear, Nor thou the crimson sheen, As warm, we'll say, is the russet gray, As gay the forest green. "And, Richard, if our lot be hard, Still Alice has her own Richard, 1 Thrush and blackbird. 2 Sword. A kind of fine cloth worn by the upper classes. A kind of fur. 30 By Him whom Demons fear, To show us whence thou art thyself, And what thine errand here?" |