X. At length up that wild dale they wind, Where Crichtoun-Castle crowns the bank; For there the Lion's care assign'd A lodging meet for Marmion's rank. That Castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne; And far beneath, where slow they creep Where alders moist, and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose; Their various architecture shows The builders' various hands; A mighty mass, that could oppose, The vengeful Douglas bands. XI. Crichtoun though now thy miry court Thy turrets rude, and totter'd Keep, Have been the minstrel's loved resort. Oft have I traced, within thy fort, Of mouldering shields the mystic sense, Quarter'd in old armorial sort, Remains of rude magnificence. Nor wholly yet hath time defaced Thy lordly gallery fair; Nor yet the stony cord unbraced, Whose twisted notes, with roses laced, Adorn thy ruin'd stair. Still rises unimpair'd, below, The court-yard's graceful portico; Above its cornice, row and row Of fair hewn facets richly show And, shuddering, still may we explore, Where oft whilome were captives pent, The darkness of thy Massy More;* Or, from thy grass-grown battlement, May trace, in undulating line, The sluggish mazes of the Tyne. XII. Another aspect Crichtoun shew'd, For none were in the castle then, But women, boys, or aged men. With eyes scarce dried, the sorrowing dame, To welcome noble Marmion, came; Her son, a stripling twelve years old, Proffer'd the Baron's rein to hold; For each man that could draw a sword Had march'd that morning with their lord, * The pit, or prison vault.-See Note. Earl Adam Hepburn, he who died She ne'er shall see his gallant train Of hated Bothwell stain'd their fame. XIII. And here two days did Marmion rest, With every rite that honour claims, Attended as the king's own guest;— Such the command of royal James, Who marshall'd then his land's array, Upon the Borough-moor that lay. Perchance he would not foeman's eye Upon his gathering host should pry, Till full prepared was every band To march against the English land. Here while they dwelt, did Lindesay's wit Oft cheer the Baron's moodier fit; And, in his turn, he knew to prize Lord Marmion's powerful mind, and wise,— Train'd in the lore of Rome, and Greece, And policies of war and peace, XIV. It chanced, as fell the second night, That on the battlements they walk'd, And, by the slowly fading light, Of varying topics talk'd; And, unaware, the Herald-bard Said, Marmion might his toil have spared, In travelling so far; For that a messenger from heaven In vain to James had counsel given Against the English war: And, closer question'd, thus he told In Scottish story have enroll'd : |