The running stream dissolved the spell, , with his fingers long and lean, So he but scowl'd on the startled child, XIV. Full sore amaz'd at the wondrous change, And frighten'd as a child might be, At the wild yell and visage strange, And the dark words of gramarye, The child, amidst the forest bower, Stood rooted like a lily flower; And when at length, with trembling pace, He sought to find where Branksome lay, He fear'd to see that grisly face, Glare from some thicket on his way. Thus, starting oft, he journey'd on, And deeper in the wood is gone,For ave the more he sought his way, The farther still he went astray,Until he heard the mountains round Ring to the baying of a hound. XV. And hark! and hark! the deep-mouth'd bark Comes nigher still, and nigher: So fierce he struck, the dog, afraid, But still in act to spring; When dash'd an archer through the glade, And when he saw the hound was stay'd, He drew his tough bow-string; But a rough voice cried, "Shoot not, hoy! Ho! shoot not, Edward-'Tis a boy!" XVI. The speaker issued from the wood, Five hundred feet him fro; His coal-black hair, shorn round and close, His bugle-horn hung by his side, All in a wolf-skin baldric tied; And his short falchion, sharp and clear, Had pierced the throat of many a deer. And, if thou dost not set me free, False Southron, thou shalt dearly rue! For Walter of Harden shall come with speed, And William of Deloraine, good at need, XX. Gramercy, for thy good-will, fair boy! My mind was never set so high; But if thou art chief of such a clan, And art the son of such a man, And ever comest to thy command, Our wardens had need to keep good order; My bow of yew to a hazel wand, Thou'lt make them work upon the Meantime, be pleased to come with me, XXI. Although the child was led away, XXII. Well I ween the charm he held * Bandelier, belt for carrying ammunition. ↑ Hackbuteer, musketeer. Much she wonder'd to find him lie, On the stone threshold stretch'd along; She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss-trooper wrong, Because, despite her precept dread, XXIII. She drew the splinter from the wound, And with a charm she stanch'd the blood; She bade the gash be cleansed and bound: No longer by his couch she stood; But she has ta'en the broken lance, And wash'd it from the clotted gore, And salved the splinter o'er and o'er. William of Deloraine, in trance, Whene'er she turned it round and round, Twisted as if she gall'd his wound. Then to her maidens she did say, That he should be whole man and sound, Within the course of a night and day. Full long she toil'd; for she did rue Mishap to friend so stout and true. XXIV. So pass'd the day-the evening fell, E'en the rude watchman, on the tower, green. Her golden hair stream'd free from band, XXV. Is yon the star, o'er Penchryst Pen, Scarce could she draw her tighten'd breath, For well she knew the fire of death! XXVI. The Warder view'd it blazing strong, Were in the blaze half-seen, half-lost; Each with warlike tidings fraught; XXX. The livelong night in Branksome rang Need-fire, beacon. + Tarn, a mountain lake. 1 Earn, a Scottish eagle. § Bowne, make ready. Was frequent heard the changing guard, And watch-word from the sleepless ward; While, wearied by the endless din, Blood-hound and ban-dog yell'd within. XXXI. The noble Dame, amid the broil, Held with the chiefs of riper age. And others ween'd that it was nought But Leven Clans, or Tynedale men, Who came to gather in black mail; And Liddesdale, with small avail, Might drive them lightly back agen. So pass'd the anxious night away, And welcome was the peep of day. CEASED the high sound-the listening throng Applaud the Master of the Song; CANTO FOURTH. I. SWEET Teviot! on thy silver tide Along thy wild and willow'd shore; Where'er thou wind'st, by dale or hill, All, all is peaceful, all is still, * Protection money exacted by freebooters. As if thy waves, since Time was born, Since first they roll'd upon the Tweed, Had only heard the shepherd's reed, Nor started at the bugle-horn. II. Unlike the tide of human time, Which, though it change in ceaseless flow, Retains each grief, retains each crime Its earliest course was doom'd to know; And, darker as it downward bears, Is stained with past and present tears. Low as that tide has ebb'd with me, It still reflects to Memory's eye The hour my brave, my only boy, Fell by the side of great Dundee. Why, when the volleying musket play'd Against the bloody Highland blade, Why was not I beside him laid?— Enough he died the death of fame; Enough-he died with conquering Græme. III. Now over Border dale and fell, Full wide and far was terror spread; For pathless marsh, and mountain cell, The peasant left his lowly shed. The frighten'd flocks and herds were pent Beneath the peel's rude battlement; And maids and matrons dropp'd the tear, While ready warriors seiz'd the spear. From Branksome's towers, the watchman's eye Dun wreaths of distant smoke can spy, Which, curling in the rising sun, Show'd southern ravage was begun. IV. Now loud the heedful gate-ward cried— "Prepare ye all for blows and blood! Watt Tinlinn, from the Liddel-side, Comes wading through the flood. Full oft the Tynedale snatchers knock At his lone gate, and prove the lock; It was but last St. Barnabright They sieged him a whole summer night, But fled at morning; well they knew In vain he never twang'd the yew. Right sharp has been the evening shower That drove him from his Liddel tower; And, by my faith," the gate-ward said, ! "I think 'twill prove a Warden-Raid.” V. While thus he spoke, the bold yeoman Entered the echoing barbican. He led a small and shaggy nag, That through a bog, from hag to hag, † Could bound like any Billhope stag. It bore his wife and children twain ; A half-clothed serf‡ was all their train ; His wife, stout, ruddy, and dark-brow'd, Of silver brooch and bracelet proud, Laughed to her friends among the crowd. He was of stature passing tall, But sparely formed, and lean withal; | A batter'd morion on his brow; A leather jack, as fence enow, On his broad shoulders loosely hung; A Border axe behind was slung; His spear, six Scottish ells in length, Seemed newly dyed with gore; His shafts and bow, of wondrous strength, His hardy partner bore. VI. Thus to the Ladye did Tinlinn show Fast upon my traces came, * An inroad commanded by the Warden in person. + The broken ground in a bog. Bondsman. From fair St Mary's silver wave, From dreary Gamescleugh's dusky height, His ready lances Thirlestane brave Array'd beneath a banner bright. For faith 'mid feudal jars ; Would march to southern wars ; IX. An aged Knight, to danger steel'd, And wide round haunted Castle-Ower; |