But once to see him more !-nor blame Her wish to hear him name her name !— Then, to bear back to solitude The thought, he had his falsehood rued! But Isabel, who long had seen Her pallid cheek and pensive mien, And well herself the cause might know, Though innocent, of Edith's woe, The speechless Amadine to bear X. The King had deem'd the maiden bright When o'er the Gillie's-hill she rode. The landscape like a furnace glow'd, Reserved for rescue and for aid; And three, advanced, form'd vaward-line, "Twixt Bannock's brook and Ninian's shrine. Detach'd was each, yet each so nigh As well might mutual aid supply. eye Whose verge or rear the anxious So wide, so far, the boundless host Seem'd in the blue horizon lost. XI. Down from the hill the maiden pass❜d, And traversed first the rearward host, The men of Carrick and of Ayr, Lennox and Lanark too, were there, And all the western land; With these the valiant of the Isles Beneath their chieftains rank'd their files, In many a plaided band, There, in the centre, proudly raised, The Bruce's royal standard blazed, And there Lord Ronald's banner bore A galley driven by sail and oar. But O! unseen for three long years, Dear was the garb of mountaineers To the fair Maid of Lorn! For one she look'd-but he was far She mark'd his banner boldly fly, Gave on the countless foe a glance, And thought on battle's desperate chance. XII. To centre of the vaward line Fitz-Louis guided Amadine. Arm'd all on foot, that host appears A serried mass of glimmering spears. The warriors there of Lodon's land; A band of archers fierce, though few; With Edward Bruce to westward lay, |