"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
To-night at Roslin leads the ball,

But that my ladye-mother there
Sits lonely in her castle-hall.

""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.