The lady of the lake . ACHRAY WATER: THE FORD CANTO FOURTH. THE PROPHECY. The rose is fairest when t is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,Emblem of hope and love through future years ! Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,What time the sun arose on Vennachars broad wave. IT. Such fond conceit, half said, half sung, Love prompted to the bridegrooms tongue. All while he stripped the wild-rose spra
The lady of the lake . ACHRAY WATER: THE FORD CANTO FOURTH. THE PROPHECY. The rose is fairest when t is budding new, And hope is brightest when it dawns from fears;The rose is sweetest washed with morning dew, And love is loveliest when embalmed in wilding rose, whom fancy thus endears, I bid your blossoms in my bonnet wave,Emblem of hope and love through future years ! Thus spoke young Norman, heir of Armandave,What time the sun arose on Vennachars broad wave. IT. Such fond conceit, half said, half sung, Love prompted to the bridegrooms tongue. All while he stripped the wild-rose spray, His axe and bow beside him lay, For on a pass twixt lake and wood A wakeful sentinel he stood. Hark ! — on the rock a footstep rung, And instant to his arms he sprung. Stand, or thou diest! — What, Malise? — soon 158 THE LADY OF THE LAKE. Art thou returned from Braes of thy keen step and glance I know,Thou bringst us tidings of the foe. —. For while the Fiery Cross hied on, On distant scout had Malise gone. — Where sleeps the Chief? the henchman said. THE PROPHECY. 159 Apart, in yonder misty glade; To his lone couch. I 11 be your guide. — Then called a slumberer by his side, And stirred him with his slackened bow, — Up, up, Glentarkin ! rouse thee, ho ! We seek the Chieftain ; on the track Keep eagle watch till I come back. in. Together up the pass they sped : What of the foe man ? Norman said. — Varying reports from near and far ; This certain, — that a band of war Has for two days been ready boune, At prompt command to march from Doune; King James the while, with princely powers, Holds revelry in Stirling towers. Soon will this dark and gathering cloud Speak on our glens in thunder loud. Inured to bide such bitter bout, The warriors plaid may bear it out; But, Norman, how wilt thou provide A shelter for thy bonny bride? — What! know ye not that Eodericks care To the lone isle hath caused repair Each maid a
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