THE

LADY OF THE LAKE.

CANTO FIFTH.

THE COMBAT.

THE

LADY OF THE LAKE.

CANTO FIFTH.

THE COMBAT.

I.

FAIR as the earliest beam of eastern light,
When first, by the bewilder'd pilgrim spied,
It smiles upon the dreary brow of night,

And silvers o'er the torrent's foaming tide, And lights the fearful path on mountain side;— Fair as that beam, although the fairest far, Giving to horror grace, to danger pride,

Shine martial Faith, and Courtesy's bright star, Through all the wreckful storms that cloud the brow of War.

1 [MS." And lights the fearful way along its side."]

II.

That early beam, so fair and sheen,
Was twinkling through the hazel screen,
When, rousing at its glimmer red,

The warriors left their lowly bed,

Look'd out upon the dappled sky,
Mutter'd their soldier matins by,

And then awaked their fire, to steal,
As short and rude, their soldier meal.
That o'er, the Gael1 around him threw
His graceful plaid of varied hue,
And true to promise, led the way,
By thicket green and mountain gray.
A wildering path!-they winded now
Along the precipice's brow,
Commanding the rich scenes beneath,
The windings of the Forth and Teith,
And all the vales between that lie,
Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky;
Then, sunk in copse, their farthest glance
Gain'd not the length of horseman's lance.
'Twas oft so steep, the foot was fain
Assistance from the hand to gain;

So tangled oft, that, bursting through,

Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew,-
That diamond dew, so pure and clear,

It rivals all but Beauty's tear!

1 The Scottish Highlander calls himself Gael, or Gaul, and. terms the Lowlanders, Sassenach, or Saxons.

III.

At length they came where, stern and steep,1
The hill sinks down upon the deep.
Here Vennachar in silver flows,

There, ridge on ridge, Benledi rose;
Ever the hollow path twined on,

Beneath steep bank and threatening stone;
An hundred men might hold the post
With hardihood against a host.

The rugged mountain's scanty cloak
Was dwarfish shrubs of birch and oak.2
With shingles bare, and cliffs between,
And patches bright of bracken green,
And heather black, that waved so high,
It held the copse in rivalry.

But where the lake slept deep and still,
Dank osiers fringed the swamp and hill;
And oft both path and hill were torn,
Where wintry torrents down had borne,
And heap'd upon the cumber'd land
Its wreck of gravel, rocks, and sand.
So toilsome was the road to trace,
The guide abating of his pace,
Led slowly through the pass's jaws,

And ask'd Fitz-James by what strange cause

1 [MS.-"

"At length they paced the mountain's side,
And saw beneath the waters wide."]

2 [MS." The rugged mountain's stunted screen

Was dwarfish {