XVII. "He stepped before the Monarch's chair, And stood with rustic plainness there, And little reverence made; Nor head, nor body, bowed nor bent, In a low voice, but never tone So thrilled through vein, and nerve, and bone : My mother sent me from afar, Sir King, to warn thee not to war,— Woe waits on thine array; If war thou wilt, of woman fair, Her witching wiles and wanton snare, James Stuart, doubly warned, beware : The wondering Monarch seemed to seek For answer, and found none; And when he raised his head to speak, The monitor was gone. The Marshal and myself had cast Like sunbeam on the billow cast, That glances but, and dies." XVIII. While Lindesay told this marvel strange, He marked not Marmion's colour change, While listening to the tale: But, after a suspended pause, The Baron spoke :—“ Of Nature's laws So strong I held the force, That never super-human cause Could e'er controul their course; And, three days since, had judged your aim Was but to make your guest your game. But I have seen, since past the Tweed, What much has changed my sceptic creed, And made me credit aught."—He staid, To Lindesay did at length unfold At Gifford, to his train. Nought of the Palmer says he there, "In vain," said he, XIX. "to rest I spread My burning limbs, and couched my head, Fantastic thoughts returned; And, by their wild dominion led, My heart within me burned. So sore was the delirious goad, And, as the moon shone bright and cold, XX. Thus judging, for a little space But scarce could trust my eyes, In form distinct of shape and hue, 66 Have borne me as a knight; But when this unexpected foe Seemed starting from the gulph below,→ And as I placed in rest my spear, My hand so shook for very fear, I scarce could couch it right. XXI. Why need my tongue the issue tell? High o'er my head, with threatening hand, My dazzled eyes I upward cast,- Their sight, like what I saw. |