The ring which bound the faith he swore,

By Edith freely yielded o'er,

He moves his suit to me no more.

Nor do I promise, even if now

He stood absolved of spousal vow,

That I would change my purpose made,

To shelter me in holy shade.—
Brother, for little space, farewell!

To other duties warns the bell.".

XXX.

"Lost to the world," King Robert said,

When he had left the royal maid,

"Lost to the world by lot severe,

O what a gem lies buried here,
Nipp'd by misfortune's cruel frost,
The buds of fair affection lost!-

But what have I with love to do?

Far sterner cares my

lot

pursue

-Pent in this isle we may not lie,
Nor would it long our wants supply.
Right opposite, the mainland towers

Of my own Turnberry court our powers-
-Might not my father's beadsman hoar,
Cuthbert, who dwells upon the shore,
Kindle a signal-flame, to show

The time propitious for the blow ?-
It shall be so-some friend shall bear
Our mandate with dispatch and care;
-Edward shall find the messenger.
That fortress ours, the island fleet
May on the coast of Carrick meet.—
O Scotland! shall it e'er be mine
To wreak thy wrongs in battle-line,
To raise my victor head, and see

Thy hills, thy dales, thy people free,-
That glance of bliss is all I crave,

Betwixt my labours and my grave !"

Then down the hill he slowly went,

Oft pausing on the steep descent,

And reach'd the spot where his bold train

Held rustic camp upon the plain.

END OF CANTO FOURTH.

THE

LORD OF THE ISLES.

CANTO FIFTH.