"Last night the gifted Seer did view A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay; Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch: Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?"— ""Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir But that my ladye-mother there ""Tis not because the ring they ride, And Lindesay at the ring rides well; But that my sire the wine will chide, If 't is not filled by Rosabelle." XXIV. O'er Roslin all that dreary night A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam; 'T was broader than the watch-fire light, And redder than the bright moon-beam. |