XXV Canto III That summer morn had Roderick Dhu And sent his scouts o'er hill and heath, 1; This western frontier scann'd with care?— In Benvenue's most darksome cleft, A fair, though cruel, pledge was left: The Gathering XXVI It was a wild and strange retreat, Canto III The Gathering Its trench had staid full many a rock, But when the wind chafed with the lake, XXVII Now eve, with western shadows long, The rest their way through thickets And soon await him by the lake. It was a fair and gallant sight, To view them from the neighbouring By the low-levell'd sunbeam's light! As even afar might well be seen, Canto III The Gathering |