Mid those the Stranger fix'd his eye Where that huge faulchion hung on high, And thoughts on thoughts, a countless throng, Rush'd, chasing countless thoughts along, He rose, and sought the moon-shine pure. XXXV. The wild rose, eglantine, and broom, The silver light, with quivering glance, Play'd 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, Can I not mountain maiden spy, But she must bear the Douglas eye? Can I not view a Highland brand, But it must match the Douglas hand? Can I not frame a fever'd dream, But still the Douglas is the theme ? I'll dream no more-by manly mind I'll turn to rest, and dream no more." His midnight orison he told, A prayer with every bead of gold, Consign'd to heaven his cares and woes, And sunk in undisturb'd repose; Until the heath-cock shrilly crew, And morning dawn'd on Bevenue. END OF CANTO FIRST. THE LADY OF THE LAKE. CANTO SECOND. The Island. I. Ar 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 sweetly o'er the lake was heard thy strain, Mix'd with with the sounding harp, O white-hair'd Allan-bane! |