Till to her bidding she could bow The viewless forms of air.1 And now she sits in secret bower, That moans the mossy turrets round. That chafes against the scaur's red side? What may it be, the heavy sound, That moans old Branksome's turrets round? XIII. At the sullen, moaning sound, XIV. From the sound of Teviot's tide, Chafing with the mountain's side, From the groan of the wind-swung oak, From the voice of the coming storm, It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke, On my hills the moon-beams play. Emerald rings on brown heath tracing, Up, and mark their nimble feet! XVI. RIVER SPIRIT. "Tears of an imprison'd maiden XVII. MOUNTAIN SPIRIT. "Arthur's slow wain his course doth roll, In utter darkness round the pole; The Northern Bear lowers black and grim; Orion's studded belt is dim; Twinkling faint, and distant far, Shimmers through mist each planet star; VOL. I. -5 Ill may I read their high decree ! But no kind influence deign they shower On Teviot's tide, and Branksome's tower, Till pride be quell'd, and love be free." XVIII. The unearthly voices ceast, And the heavy sound was still; And her heart throbb'd high with pride:"Your mountains shall bend, And your streams ascend, Ere Margaret be our foeman's bride!" XIX. The Ladye sought the lofty hall, Where many a bold retainer lay, The truncheon of a spear bestrode, And round the hall, right merrily, In mimic foray" rode. Even bearded knights, in arms grown old, 'See Appendix, Note G. 2 Foray, a predatory inroad. Albeit their hearts of rugged mould, Were stubborn as the steel they wore. How the brave boy, in future war, XX. The Ladye forgot her purpose high, One moment gazed with a mother's eye, She call'd to her William of Deloraine.3 XXI. A stark moss-trooping Scott was he, '[This line, of which the metre appears defective, would have its full complement of feet according to the pronunciation of the poet himself as all who were familiar with his utterance of the letter r will bear testimony. - ED.] 'The arms of the Kerrs of Cessford were, Vert on a cheveron, betwixt three unicorns' heads erased argent, three mullets sable, crest, a unicorn's head erased proper. The Scotts of Buccleuch bore, Or, on a bend azure; a star of six points betwixt two crescents of the first. 'See Appendix, Note H. 'See Appendix, Note L Alike to him was time or tide, XXII. "Sir William of Deloraine, good at need, Seek thou the Monk of St. Mary's aisle. For this will be St. Michael's night, And, though stars be dim, the moon is bright And the Cross, of bloody red, Will point to the grave of the mighty dead. XXIII. "What he gives thee, see thou keep; Stay not thou for food or sleep: Be it scroll, or be it book, Into it, Knight, thou must not look; If thou readest, thou art lorn! Better had'st thou ne'er been born."— |