Marmion . thee with thy brand of steel, And send thee forth to fame! XI. That night npon the rocks and midnight moon])eam slumbering poured its silver light, and pure,Through loophole, and through embrasure, Upon Tantallon tower and hall;But chief where arched windows wideIlluminate the chapels pride. The sober glances was there need; though seamed with scars,Two veterans of the Douglas wars. Though two gray priests were there,And each a blazing torch held high,You could not by their blaze descry The chapels carving that dim and smoky light,Checkering the si
Marmion . thee with thy brand of steel, And send thee forth to fame! XI. That night npon the rocks and midnight moon])eam slumbering poured its silver light, and pure,Through loophole, and through embrasure, Upon Tantallon tower and hall;But chief where arched windows wideIlluminate the chapels pride. The sober glances was there need; though seamed with scars,Two veterans of the Douglas wars. Though two gray priests were there,And each a blazing torch held high,You could not by their blaze descry The chapels carving that dim and smoky light,Checkering the silvery moonshine bright, A bishop by the altar stood, A noble lord of Douglas mitre she(?n, and rochet showed his meek and thoughtful eyeBut little pride of prelacy;More pleased that, in a barbarous age,He gave rude Scotland Virgils that l^eneath his rule he heldThe bishopric of fair him ancient Angus stood,Doffed his furred gown, and sable hood: THE BATTLE. 255. Oer his huge form and visag-e pale,.He wore a cap and shirt of mail;And leaned his large and wrinkled handUpon the huge and sweeping brandWhich wont of yore, in battle foemans limbs to shred away,As wood-knife lops the sapling spray. He seemed as, from the tombs aroundRising at judgment-day, Some giant Douglas may be foundIn all his old array;So pale his face, so huge his old his arms, his look so t>-rim. 256 MARMION. XII. Thou at the altar Wilton kneels,And Clare the 8])urs bound on his heels;And think what next he must have felt,At buckling of the falchion belt! And judge how Clara changed her hue,While fastening to her lovers sideA friend, which, though in danger tried, He once had found untrue !Then Douglas struck him with his Ijhule:Saint Michael and Saint Andrew aid. I dub thee , Sir Ralph, Do W^iltons heir!For King, for Church, for Lady fair. See that thou light. —And Bisho}) Gawain, as he rose,Said — Wilton I grieve not for thy woe
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