She listened with a blush and sigh, His suit was warm, his hopes were high. The phantom's sex was changed and gone, Slowly enlarged to giant size, With darkened cheek and threatening eyes, The grisly visage, stern and hoar, To Ellen still a likeness bore.— He woke, and, panting with affright, The uncouth trophies of the hall. He rose, and sought the moonshine pure. XXXV. The wild rose, eglantine, and broom, Wild were the heart whose passions' sway A prayer with every bead of gold, END OF CANTO FIRST. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO SECOND. THE ISLAND. I. AT morn the black-cock trims his jetty wing, And while yon little bark glides down the bay, II. Not faster yonder rowers' might |