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"An evil hap how can it be
That bids me look again on thee ?
By promise bound, my former guide
Met me betimes this morning-tide,
And marshalled over bank and bourne
The happy path of my return."

"The happy path! - what! said he naught
Of war, of battle to be fought,

Of guarded pass?" "No, by my faith!
Nor saw I aught could augur scathe."
"O haste thee, Allan, to the kern :
Yonder his tartans I discern;

Learn thou his purpose, and conjure
That he will guide the stranger sure! -
What prompted thee, unhappy man?
The meanest serf in Roderick's clan
Had not been bribed, by love or fear,
Unknown to him to guide thee here."

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"Sweet Ellen, dear my life must be,
Since it is worthy care from thee;
Yet life I hold but idle breath

When love or honor's weighed with death.
Then let me profit by my chance,

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"O hush, Sir Knight! 'twere female art, To say I do not read thy heart;

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Too much, before, my selfish ear
Was idly soothed my praise to hear.
That fatal bait hath lured thee back,
In deathful hour, o'er dangerous track;
And how, O how, can I atone
The wreck my vanity brought on! -
One way remains I'll tell him all
Yes! struggling bosom, forth it shall!
Thou, whose light folly bears the blame,
Buy thine own pardon with thy shame!
But first- my father is a man
Outlawed and exiled, under ban;
The price of blood is on his head,
With me 'twere infamy to wed.
Still wouldst thou speak?
Fitz-James, there is a noble youth
If yet he is! exposed for me
And mine to dread extremity -
Thou hast the secret of my heart;
Forgive, be generous, and depart !"

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then hear the truth!

Fitz-James knew every wily train
A lady's fickle heart to gain,

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But here he knew and felt them vain.
There shot no glance from Ellen's eye,
To give her steadfast speech the lie;
In maiden confidence she stood,
Though mantled in her cheek the blood,
And told her love with such a sigh
Of deep and hopeless agony,

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As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom

And she sat sorrowing on his tomb.
Hope vanished from Fitz-James's eye,
But not with hope fled sympathy.

He proffered to attend her side,

As brother would a sister guide.

"O little know'st thou Roderick's heart! Safer for both we go apart.

O haste thee, and from Allan learn,

If thou mayst trust yon wily kern."
With hand upon his forehead laid,
The conflict of his mind to shade,

A parting step or two he made;

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Then, as some thought had crossed his brain,
He paused, and turned, and came again.

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"Hear, lady, yet a parting word! —
It chanced in fight that my poor sword
Preserved the life of Scotland's lord.
This ring the grateful Monarch gave,
And bade, when I had boon to crave,
To bring it back, and boldly claim
The recompense that I would name.
Ellen, I am no courtly lord,

But one who lives by lance and sword,
Whose castle is his helm and shield,
His lordship the embattled field.
What from a prince can I demand,
Who neither reck of state nor land?
Ellen, thy hand-the ring is thine;
Each guard and usher knows the sign.
Seek thou the King without delay;
This signet shall secure thy way:
And claim thy suit, whate'er it be,
As ransom of his pledge to me.”
He placed the golden circlet on,
Paused-kissed her hand and then was gone.
The aged Minstrel stood aghast,
So hastily Fitz-James shot past.

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He joined his guide, and wending down
The ridges of the mountain brown,
Across the stream they took their way
That joins Loch Katrine to Achray.

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All in the Trosachs' glen was still,
Noontide was sleeping on the hill:
Sudden his guide whooped loud and high
"Murdoch! was that a signal cry
He stammered forth, "I shout to scare
Yon raven from his dainty fare."
He looked he knew the raven's prey,
His own brave steed: "Ah! gallant gray
For thee for me, perchance-'twere well
We ne'er had seen the Trosachs' dell.
Murdoch, move first-but silently;
Whistle or whoop, and thou shalt die!"
Jealous and sullen on they fared,
Each silent, each upon his guard.

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Now wound the path its dizzy ledge
Around a precipice's edge,
When lo! a wasted female form,
Blighted by wrath of sun and storm,
In tattered weeds and wild array,
Stood on a cliff beside the way,
And glancing round her restless eye,
Upon the wood, the rock, the sky,
Seemed naught to mark, yet all to spy.
Her brow was wreathed with gaudy broom;
With gesture wild she waved a plume
Of feathers, which the eagles fling
To crag and cliff from dusky wing;

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