XXIX. HE Mistress of the mansion came, Mature of age, a graceful dame; Whose easy step and stately port, Had well become a princely court, To whom, though more than kindred knew, Meet welcome to her guest she made, Though all unask'd his birth and name.t Lord of a barren heritage, Which his brave sires, from age to age, And he, God wot, was forced to stand Oft for his right with blade in hand. XXX. AIN would the Knight in turn require The name and state of Ellen's sire. Well show'd the elder lady's mien, That courts and cities she had seen; Ellen, though more her looks display'd The simple grace of sylvan maid, In speech and gesture, form and face, Show'd she was come of gentle race 'Twere strange in ruder rank to find Such looks, such manners, and such mind. Each hint the Knight of Snowdoun gave, Dame Margaret heard with silence grave; Or Ellen, innocently gay, Turn'd all inquiry light away : "Weird women we! by dale and down We dwell, afar from tower and town. We stem the flood, we ride the blast, On wandering Knights our spells we cast; XXXI. Song. 'Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Days of danger, nights of waking. Hands unseen thy couch are strewing, Fairy strains of music fall, Ebery sense in slumber dewing, Soldier, rest! thy warfare o'er, Dream of fighting fields no more: No rude sound shall reach thine ear, Trump nor pibroch sammon here XXXII. THE paused-then, blushing, led the lay Her mellow notes awhile prolong Till to her lips in measured frame The minstrel verse spontaneous came. Song continued. "Huntsman, rest! thy chase is done, Bugles here shall sound reveillé. |