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The hall was cleared, the stranger's bed
Was there of mountain heather spread,
Where oft a hundred guests had lain,
And dreamed their forest sports again.
But vainly did the heath-flower shed
Its moorland fragrance round his head;
Not Ellen's spell had lulled to rest
The fever of his troubled breast.
In broken dreams the image rose
Of varied perils, pains, and woes:
His steed now flounders in the brake,
Now sinks his barge upon the lake;
Now leader of a broken host,

His standard falls, his honor's lost.

Then, from my couch may heavenly might

Chase that worst phantom of the night!

Again returned the scenes of youth,

Of confident, undoubting truth;

Again his soul he interchanged

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They come, in dim procession led,

The cold, the faithless, and the dead;
As warm each hand, each brow as gay,
As if they parted yesterday.

And doubt distracts him at the view,-
O were his senses false or true?
Dreamed he of death or broken vow,
Or is it all a vision now?

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At length, with Ellen in a grove
He seemed to walk and speak of love;

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She listened with a blush and sigh,

His suit was warm, his hopes were high.

He sought her yielded hand to clasp,
And a cold gauntlet met his grasp :

The phantom's sex was changed and gone,
Upon its head a helmet shone;

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,
Recalled the vision of the night.

The hearth's decaying brands were red,
And deep and dusky lustre shed,
Half showing, half concealing, all

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Until, the giddy whirl to cure,

He rose and sought the moonshine pure.

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The wild rose, eglantine, and broom
Wasted around their rich perfume;
The birch-trees wept in fragrant balm ;
The aspens slept beneath the calm;
The silver light, with quivering glance,
Played on the water's still expanse,
Wild were the heart whose passion's sway
Could rage beneath the sober ray!
He felt its calm, that warrior guest,
While thus he communed with his breast:
"Why is it, at each turn I trace
Some memory of that exiled race?
Can I not mountain maiden spy,
But she must bear the Douglas eye?

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Can I not view a Highland brand,
But it must match the Douglas hand?
Can I not frame a fevered dream,
But still the Douglas is the theme?
I'll dream no more, - by manly mind
Not even in sleep is will resigned.
My midnight orisons said o'er,

I'll turn to rest, and dream no more."
His midnight orisons he told,

A prayer with every bead of gold,
Consigned to heaven his cares and woes,
And sunk in undisturbed repose,
Until the heath-cock shrilly crew,
And morning dawned on Benvenue.

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CANTO SECOND

THE ISLAND

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AT morn the black cock trims his jetty wing,
'Tis morning prompts the linnet's blithest lay,
All Nature's children feel the matin spring
Of life reviving, with reviving day;

And while yon little bark glides down the bay,
Wafting the stranger on his way again,
Morn's genial influence roused a minstrel gray,

And sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, Mixed with the sounding harp, O white-haired Allanbane !

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SONG

"Not faster yonder rowers' might
Flings from their oars the spray,

Not faster yonder rippling bright,

That tracks the shallop's course in light,
Melts in the lake away,

Than men from memory erase
The benefits of former days;

Then, stranger, go! good speed the while,

Nor think again of the lonely isle.

"High place to thee in royal court,

High place in battled line,

Good hawk and hound for sylvan sport!
Where beauty sees the brave resort,

The honored meed be thine !

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True be thy sword, thy friend sincere,
Thy lady constant, kind, and dear,

And lost in love's and friendship's smile
Be memory of the lonely isle!

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SONG CONTINUED

"But if beneath yon southern sky
A plaided stranger roam,

Whose drooping crest and stifled sigh,
And sunken cheek and heavy eye,

Pine for his Highland home;

Then, warrior, then be thine to show
The care that soothes a wanderer's woe;
Remember then thy hap erewhile,

A stranger in the lonely isle.

"Or if on life's uncertain main

Mishap shall mar thy sail;

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If faithful, wise, and brave in vain,
Woe, want, and exile thou sustain

Beneath the fickle gale;

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Waste not a sigh on fortune changed,

On thankless courts, or friends estranged,

But come where kindred worth shall smile,
To greet thee in the lonely isle."

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As died the sounds upon the tide,
The shallop reached the mainland side,
And ere his onward way he took,
The stranger cast a lingering look,
Where easily his eye might reach
The Harper on the islet beach,

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