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But once to see him more !_nor blame
Her wish to hear him namne her name!
Then, to bear back to solitude
The thought, he had his falsehood rued !
Their chief, Fitz-Louis, had the care
The speechless Amadine to bear
To Bruce, with honour, as behoved
page the monarch dearly loved.
The King had deem'd the maiden bright
When o'er the Gillie's-hill she rode.
The landscape like a furnace glow'd,
The lances waved like autumn-corn.
In battles four beneath their eye,
The forces of King Robert lie.
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
Whose verge or rear the anxious eye
Seem'd in the blue horizon lost.
Down from the hill the maiden pass'd,
And traversed first the rearward host,
Reserved for aid where needed most.
The men of Carrick and of Ayr,
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,
And there Lord Ronald's banner bore
A galley driven by sail and oar.
By these Hebrideans worn;
To the fair Maid of Lorn!
For one she look'd_but he was far
Busied amid the ranks of war
Yet with affection's troubled eye
She mark'd his banner boldly fly,
To centre of the vaward line
Fitz-Louis guided Amadine.
Arm'd all on foot, that host appears
A serried mass of glimmering spears.
There stood the Marchers' warlike band,
The warriors there of Lodon's land;
Ettrick and Liddell bent the yew,
A band of archers fierce, though few;
The men of Nith and Annan's vale,
And the bold Spears of Teviotdale ;-
Stuart's gentle sway. North-eastward by Saint Ninian's shrine, Beneath fierce Randolph's charge, combine The warriors whom the hardy North From Tay to Sutherland sent forth. The rest of Scotland's war-array With Edward Bruce to westward lay,
Where Bannock, with his broken bank
And deep ravine, protects their flank. Behind them, screen'd by sheltering wood, The gallant Keith, Lord Marshal, stood :