"You drank of the Well, I warrant, betimes?" He to the Cornish-man said: But the Cornish-man smiled as the Stranger spake, And sheepishly shook his head. "I hasten'd as soon as the wedding was done, And left my Wife in the porch; But i' faith she had been wiser than me, 50, XXIII O listen, listen, ladies gay! No haughty feat of arms I tell; Soft is the note, and sad the lay, That mourns the lovely Rosabelle. "Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew! And, gentle ladye, deign to stay! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch, 10 "The blackening wave is edged with white; "Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; ""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; It glared on Roslin's castled rock, 15 23 25 Waken, lords and ladies gay, The mist has left the mountain gray, "Waken, lords and ladies gay." Waken, lords and ladies gay, We can show the marks he made, 10 15 20 With a smile on her lips, and a tear in her eye. He took her soft hand, ere her mother could XIII 'Tis merry, 'tis merry, in good greenwood, Up spoke the moody Elfin King, Like wind in the porch of a ruin'd church, "Why sounds yon stroke on beech and oak, Or who comes here to chase the deer, "Up, Urgan, up! to yon mortal hie, 40 45 50 For leaves to spread our lowly bed, And stakes to fence our cave. But out then spoke she, Alice Brand, That woman void of fear,— "And if there's blood upon his hand, 65 15 "Tis but the blood of deer." 20 25 30 By Him whom Demons fear, To show us whence thou art thyself, And what thine errand here?" |