THE LAY OF THE LAST MINSTREL. CANTO SECOND. I. If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright, Go visit it by the pale moonlight; For the gay beams of lightsome day When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When buttress and buttress, alternately, Seemed framed of ebon and ivory ; When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave, Then go-but go alone the while— Then view St. David's ruined pile; And, home returning, soothly swear, Was never scene so sad and fair! II. Short halt did Deloraine make there; Little recked he of the scene so fair. With dagger's hilt, on the wicket strong, He struck full loud, and struck full long. The porter hurried to the gate "Who knocks so loud and knocks so late?" "From Branksome I," the warrior cried; And straight the wicket opened wide : For Branksome's chiefs had in battled stood, To fence the rights of fair Melrose ; And lands and livings, many a rood, Had gifted the shrine for their souls' repose. III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; The porter bent his humble head; Rang to the warrior's clanking stride; He entered the cell of the ancient priest, To hail the Monk of St. Mary's aisle. IV. "The Ladye of Branksome greets thee by me; Says, that the fated hour is come, And that to-night I shall watch with thee, To win the treasure of the tomb." |