The lady of the lake . 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 ? Reluctantly and slow, the maid The unwelcome summoning obeyed, And when a distant bugle rung, In the mid-path aside sbe 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 Roderick scanned, For her dear form
The lady of the lake . 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 ? Reluctantly and slow, the maid The unwelcome summoning obeyed, And when a distant bugle rung, In the mid-path aside sbe 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 Roderick 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 given With less of earth in them than heaven; And if there be a human tear From passions dross refined and clear, A tear so limpid and so meek It would not stain an angels cheek, T is that which pious fathers shed Upon a duteous daughters head! And as the Douglas to his breast 100 THE LADY OF THE 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 — affections proof — THE ISLAND. 101 Still held a graceful youth aloof; No ! not till Douglas named his name, Although the youth was Malcolm Graeme. XXIII. Allan, with wistful look the while, Marked Eoderick 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 Pei-cys Norman pennon, won In bloody field, before me shone, And twice ten knights, the least a na
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