The Lady of the lake . sion of his heart. THE ISLAND. 99 The Dame called Ellen to the strand, To greet her kinsman ere he land: Come, loiterer, come ! a Douglas thou, And shun to wreathe a victors brow ? Eeluctantly and slow, the maid The unwelcome summoning obeyed, And when a distant bugle rung, In the mid-path aside she sprung : — List, Allan-bane ! Prom mainland cast I hear my fathers signal blast. Be ours, she cried, the skiff to guide. And waft him from the mountain-side. Then, like a sunbeam, swift and bright, She darted to her shallop light, And, eagerly while Koderick scanned, For her
The Lady of the lake . sion of his heart. THE ISLAND. 99 The Dame called Ellen to the strand, To greet her kinsman ere he land: Come, loiterer, come ! a Douglas thou, And shun to wreathe a victors brow ? Eeluctantly and slow, the maid The unwelcome summoning obeyed, And when a distant bugle rung, In the mid-path aside she sprung : — List, Allan-bane ! Prom mainland cast I hear my fathers signal blast. Be ours, she cried, the skiff to guide. And waft him from the mountain-side. Then, like a sunbeam, swift and bright, She darted to her shallop light, And, eagerly while Koderick scanned, For her dear form, his mothers band, The islet far behind her lay, And she had landed in the bay. XXII. Some feelings are to mortals givenWith less of earth in them than heavenAnd if there be a human tearFrom passions dross refined and clear,A tear so limpid and so meekIt would not stain an angels cheek,T is that which pious fathers shedUpon a duteous daughters head !And as the Douglas to his breast 100 TEE LADY OF TEE LAKE,. His darling Ellen closely pressed,Such holy drops her tresses steeped,Though t was an heros eye that while on Ellens faltering tongueHer filial welcomes crowded hung,Marked she that fear — afifections proof — THE ISLAND. 101 Still held a graceful youth aloof; No ! not till Douglas named his name, Although the youth was Malcolm Grseme. XXIII. Allan, with wistful look the while, Marked Koderick landing on the isle; His master piteously he eyed, Then gazed upon the Chieftains pride, Then dashed with hasty hand away From his dimmed eye the gathering spray •, And Douglas, as his hand he laid On Malcolms shoulder, kindly said : Canst thou, young friend, no meaning spy In my poor followers glistening eye ? I 11 tell thee : — he recalls the day When in my praise he led the lay Oer the arched gate of Bothwell proud, While many a minstrel answered loud. When Percys Norman pennon, won In bloody field, before me shone. And twice ten knights, the least a n
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