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THE SPIRIT'S BLASTED TREE.
Ceubren yr Ellyll.
A chief esteem'd both brave and kind,
Came murmuring on the hollow wind. Starting, he bent an eager ear,
How should the sounds return again? Hu hounds lay wearied from the ehase,
And all at home his hunter train, Then sudden anger flash'd his eye,
And deep revenge he vow'd to take, On that bold man who dared to force
His red deer from the forest brake, Unhappy chief! would nought avail,
No signs impress thy heart with fear, Thy lady's dark mysterious dream,
Thy warning from the hoary seer? Three ravens gave the note of death,
As through mid air they wing'd their way; Then o'er his head, in rapid flight,
They croak,- they scent their destined prey. Il-omen'd bird! as legends say,
Who hast the wondrous power to know, While health fills hizh the throbbing veins,
The fated hour when blood must flow. Blinded by rage, alone he passid,
Nor sought his ready vassals' aid; But what his fate lay long unknown,
For many an anxious year delay'd. A peasant mark'd his angry eye,
He saw him reach the lake's dark bourne, He saw him near a blasted oak,
But never from that hour return, Three days pass'd o'er, no tidings came;
Where should the chief his steps delay? With wild alarm the servants ran,
Yet knew not where to point their way. His vassals ranged the mountain's height,
The covert close, the wide spread plain; But all in vain their eager search,
They ne'er must see their lord again. Yet fancy, in a thousand shapes,
Bore to his home the chief once more: Some saw him on high Moel's top
Some saw him on the winding shore. With wonder fraught, the tale went round,
Amazement chain'd the hearer's tongue;
Yet fondly o'er the story hung.
His aged nurse, and steward gray,
Or mark the flitting spirit stray.
And midnight voices heard to moan: 'Twas even said the blasted oak,
Convulsive, heaved a hollow groan And, to this day, the peasant still,
With cautious fear avoids the ground; In each wild branch a spectre sees,
And trembles at each rising sound. Ten annual suns had held their course,
In summer's smile, or winter's storm;
As oft she traced his manly form.
As o'er the inind illusions play, of travel fond, perhaps her lord
To distant lands had steered his way. 'Twas now November's cheerless bour,
Which drenching rains and cloud's deface; Dreary bleak Robell's track appeared,
And dull and dank each valley's space, Loud o'er the wier the hoarse flood fell
And dashell the foaming spray on high; The West wind bent the forest tops,
And angry frowned the evening sky.
A stranger pass'd Llanelltid's bourre,
His dark gray steed with sweat besprent, Which, wearied with the lengthen'd way,
Could scarcely gain the hill's ascent.
Loud sounded round the outward wall;
To know what meant the elam'rous call, «O! lead me to your lady soon;
Say,-it is my sad lot to tell,
She long has prov'd she lov'd so well."
Thé menials look surprise and fear;
And touch'd the notes for grief's worn ear, The lady sat amidst her train;
A mellow'd sorrow mark'd her look: Then, asking what this mission meant,
The graceful stranger sigh'd and spoke"O could I spread one ray of hope,
One moment raise thy soul trom wo, Gladly my tongue would tell its tale,
My words at ease unfetter'd flow! “ Now, lady, give attention due,
The story claims thy full belief: E'en in the worst events of life,
Suspense remov'd is some relief. 1. Though worn by care, see Madoc here,
Great Glyndwr's friend, thy kindred's fort Ah, let his name no anger raise,
For now that mighty chief lies low! “E'en from the day, when, chain'd by fate,
By wizard's dream, or potent spell, Lingering from sad Salopia's field,
'Reft of his ail the Percy fel;-
As if for violated faith,
Vindictive still for Hotspur's death.
Where winds the W ye her devious floods To find a casual shelter there,
In some lone cot, or desert wood. « Clothed in a shepherd's humble guise,
He gain'd by toil his scanty bread; He who had Cambria's sceptre borne,
And her brave sons to glory led! “ To penury extreme, and grief,
The chieftain fell a lingering prey; I heard his last few faltering words,
Such as with pain I now convey. " " To Sele's sad widow bear the tale,
Nor let our horrid secret rest; Give but his corse to sacred earth,
• Then may my parting soul be blest. “Dim wax'd the eye that fiercely shone,
And faint the tongue that proudly spoke, And weak that arm, still raised to me,
Which oft had dealt the mortal stroke. « How could I then his mandate bear? . Or how his last behest obey? A rebel deem'd, with him I Hed;
With him I shunn'd the light of day. “Proscribed by Henry's hostile rage,
My country lost, despoil'd my land, Desperate, I'fled my native soil,
And fought on Syria's distant strand, 60, had thy long-lamented lord
The holy cross and banner view'd, Died in the sacred cause! who fell
Sad victim of a private feud! « Led by the ardour of the chase,
Far distant from his own domain; From where Garth paelan spreads her shades
The Glyndwr sought the opening plain. "With head aloft and antlers wide,
A red buck rused then cross'd in view; Stung with the sight, and wild with rage,
Swift from the wood fierce Howel flew.
# With bitter taunt, and keen reproach,
(near Spaw,) with the romantic ruins of the o. d He, all impetuous, pour'd his rage;
castle of the counts of that name. The road leads Reviled the chief as weak in arms, And bade him loud the battle wage.
through many delightful vales, on a rising ground; Glyndyr for once restrained his sword
at the extremity of one of them, stands the ancient And, still averse, the fight delays;
castle, now the subject of many superstitious leBut soften'd words, like oil to fire,
gends. It is firmly believed by the neighbouring Made anger more intensely blaze.
peasantry, that the last baron of Franehemont de # They fought; and doubtful long the fray!
posited, in one of the vaults of the castle, a ponThe Glyndwr gare the fatal wound!
derous chest, containing an immense treasure in Still mournful must my tale proceed,
gold and silver, which, by some magic spell, was And its last act all dreadful sound.
intrusted to the care of the devil, who is constant“How could we hope for wish'd retreat,
ly found sitting on the chest in the shape of a huntsHis eager vassals ranging wide? His bloodhounds' keen sagacious scent,
man. Any one adventurous enough to touch the O'er many a tracklegg mountain tried?
chest is instantly seized with the palsy. Upon one «I mark'd a broad and blasted oak,
occasion, a priest of noted piety was brought to Scorch'd by the lightning's livid glare;
the vault: he used all the arts of exorcism to perHollow its stem from branch to root,
suade his infernal majesty to vacate bis seat, but And all its shrivell’d arms were bare.
in vain; the huntsman remained immovable. At * Be this, I cried, his proper grave!
last, moved by the earnestness of the priest, he (The thought in me was deadly sin,)
told him, that he would agree to resign the chest, Aloft we raised the hapless chief And dropp'd his bleeding corpse within."
if the exorciser would sign his name with blood.
But the priest understood his meaning, and refuse A shriek from all the damsels burst, That pierced the vaulted roofs below;
ed, as by that act he would have delivered over While horror-struck the lady stood,
his soul to the devil. Yet if any body can discover A living form of sculptured wo,
the mystic words used by the person who depositWith stupid stare, and vacant gaze,
ed the treasure, and pronounce them, the fiend Full on his face her eyes were cast,
must instantly decamp. I had many stories of a Absorb'd!-she lost her present grief,
similar nature from a peasant, who had himsels And faintly thought of things long past.
seen the devil, in the shape of a great cat.” Like wild-fire o'er a mossy heath, The rumour through the hamlet ran; •
8. The very form of Hilda fair, The peasants crowd at morning dawn,
Hovering upon the sunny ajr.-P. 91. To hear the tale-behold the man.
“I shall only produce one instance more of the He lead them near the blasted oak,
great veneration paid to lady Hilda, which still Then, conscious, from the scene withdrew,
prevails even in these our days; and that is, the The peasants work with trembling haste,
constant opinion that she rendered, and still renAnd lay the whiten'd bones to view!
ders, herself visible, on some occasions in the abBack they recoil'd—the right hand still,
bey of Streanshalh, or Whitby, where she so long Contracted, grasp'd the rusty sword;
resided. At a particular time of the year (viz. in Which erst in many a battle gleam'd, And proudly deck'd their slaughter'd lord. the summer months, at ten or cleven in the fore
noon, the sun-beams fall in the inside of the northThey bore the corse to Vener's shrine, With holy rites and prayers address'd;
ern part of the choir; and 'tis then that the specNine white-robed monks the last dirge sang,
tators, who stand on the west side of Whitby And gave the angry spirit rest.
church-yard, so as just to see the most northerly 6. The highlander
part of the abbey past the north end of Whitby
church, imagine they perceive, in one of the highWill, on a Friday morn, look pale,
est windows there, the resemblance of a woman If ask'd to tell a fairy tale.-P. 90.
arrayed in a shroud. Though we are certain this The Daoine shi', or men of peace, of the Scot-lis only a reflection, caused by the sple
splendour of the tash highlanders, rather resemble the Scandina- sun-beams, yet fame reports it, and it is constantvian cuergar than the English fairies. Notwith-lly believed among the vulgar, to be an appearance standing their name, they are, if not absolutely of lady Hilda in her shroud, or rather in a glorimalevolent, at least peevish, discontented, and apt fied state; before which, I make no doubt, the pato do mischief on slight provocation. The belief pists, even in these our days, offer up their prayof their existence is deeply impressed on the high-ers with as much zeal and devotion, as before any landers, who think they are particularly offended other image of their most glorified saint.”—CHARLwith mortals, who talk of them, who wear their ron's History of Whitby, p. 83. favourite colour, green, or in any respect interfere
9. A bishop by the altar stood.-P. 93. with their affairs. This is especially to be avoided on Friday, when, whether as dedicated to Ve-l. The well known Gawain Douglas, bishop of Dundos, with whom, in Germany, this subterraneous keld, son of Archibald Bell-the-cat, earl of Angus. people are held nearly connected, or for a more He was author of a Scottish metrical version of the solemn reason, they are more active, and possess- Æneid, and of many other poetical pieces of great ed of greater power. Some curious particulars merit. He had not at this period attained the mitre. concerning the popular superstitions of the high 10. the huge and sweeping brand landers, may be found in Dr. Graham's Pictur
Which wont, of yore, in battle-fray,
His foemen's limbs to shred away, esque Sketches of Perthshire.
As wood-knife lops the sapling spray.-P. 93. 1.- the towers of Franchemont.-P. 90.
Angus had strength and personal activity corThe journal of the friend to whom the fourth responding to his courage. Spens of Kilspindie, a canto of the poem is inscribed, furnished me with favourite of James IV, having spoken of him lightthe following account of a striking superstition. lly, the earl met him while hawking, and, compel.
"Passed the pretty little village of Franchemont, ling him to single combat, at one blow cut asun
der his thigh bone, and killed him on the spot. the claim of fealty asserted over Scotland by the But ere he could obtain James's pardon for this English monarchs. slaughter, Angus was obliged to yield his castle 13. Where Lennel's convent closed their march.-P. 44 of Hermitage, in exchange for that of Bothwell, This was a Cistertian house of religion, now al. which was some diminution to the family great-most entirely demolished. Lennel house is now ness. The sword, with which he struck so remark. I the residence of my venerable friend Patrick Bry. able a blow, was presented by his descendant, cone, esquire, so well known in the literary world. James, earl of Morton, afterwards regent of Scot-It is situated near Coldstream, almost opposite to land, to lord Lindesay of the Byres, when he de-Cornhill, and consequently very near to Flodden fied Both well to single combat on Carberry-hill. - field. See Introduction to the Minstrelsy of the Scottish
14. The Till by Twisel bridge.-P. 94. Border, p. 9.
On the evening previous to the memorable battle 11. And hopest thou hence unscathed to go?
of Flodden, Surrey's head-quarters were at Bar. No, by St. Bride of Both well, no!
moor-wood, and King James held an inaccessible Up drawbridge, grooms,-what, warder, ho! position on the ridge of Flodden-hill, one of the Let the portcullis fall.-P. 93.
last and lowest eminences detached from the ridge This ebullition of violence in the potent earl of of Cheviot. The Till, a deep and slow river, widi. Augus is not without its example in the real his-ed between the armies. On the morning of the tory of the house of Douglas, whose chieftains pos- ninth September, 1513, Surrey marched in a porthsessed the ferocity, with the heroic virtues, of a westerly direction, and crossed the Till, with his savage state. The most curious instance occurred van and artillery, at Twisel bridge, nigh where in the case of Maclellan, tutor of Bomby, who, that river joins the Tweed, his rear-guard column having refused to acknowledge the pre-eminence passing about a mile higher, by a ford. This moreclaimed by Douglas over the gentlemen and barons ment had the double effect of placing his army of Galloway, was seized and imprisoned by the between king James and his supplies from Scot. earl in his castle of the Thrievc, on the borders land, and of striking the Scottish monarch with of Kirkcudbright-shire. Sir Patrick Gray, com- surprise, as he seems to have relied on the depth mander of king James the second's guiard, was of the river in his front. But as the passage, both uncle to the tutor of Bomby, and obtained from over the bridge and through the ford, was difficult the king a “sweet letter of supplication,” praying and slow, it seems possible that the English might the earl to deliver his prisoner into Gray's hand. have been attacked to great advantage while struge When sir Patrick arrived at the castle, he was gling with these natural obstacles. I know not if we received with all the honour due to a favourite are to impute James's forbearance to want of militaservant of the king's household; but while he was ry skill, or to the romantic declaration which Pitsat dinner, the earl, who suspected his errand, cottie puts in his mouth, “that he was determined caused his prisoner to be led forth and beheaded. to have his enemies before him on a plain field," After dinner, sir Patrick presented the king's let- and therefore would suffer no interruption to be ter to the earl, who received it with great affecta- given, even by artillery, to their passing the river. tion of reverence; "and took him by the hand, The ancient bridge of Twisel, by whicb the and led him forth to the green, where the gentle English crossed the Till, is still standing beneath man was lying dead, and showed him the manner, Twisel castle, a splendid pile of Gothic architecand said, 'Sir Patrick, you are come a little too ture, as now rebuilt by sir Francis Blake, bart. late; yonder is your sister's son lying, but he wants whose extensive plantations have so much imthe head: take his body and do with it what you proved the country round. The glen is romantic will.' Sir Patrick answered again with a sore and delightful, with steep baoks on each side, heart, and said, My lord, if ye have taken from covered with copse, particularly with hawthorn. him his head, dispone upon the body as ye please: Beneath a tall rock, near the bridge, is a pienufur and with that called for his horse, and leaped there-fountain, called St. Helen's well. on; and when he was on horseback, he said to the 15. Hence might they see the full array earl on this manner, My lord, if I live, you shall
Of either host, for deadly fray.-P. 95. be rewarded for your labours, that you have used The reader cannot here expect a full account of at this time, according to your demerits.
the battle of Flodden; but, so far as is necessary “At this saying the earl was highly offended, to understand the romance, I beg to remind him, and cried for horse. Sir Patrick, seeing the earl's that when the English army, by their skilful coun fury, spurred his horse, but he was chased near termarch, were fairly placed between king James Edinburgh ere they left him; and had it not been and his own country, the Scottish monarch resolr. his led horse was so tried and good, he had been ed to figbt; and, setting fire to his tents, descended taken.”-Pitscottie's History, p. 39.
from the ridge of Flodden to secure the neighbour12. A letter forged! St. Jude to speed!
ing eminence of Branksome, on which that village Did ever knight so foul a deedi-P. 94.
is built. Thus the two armies met, almost withLest the reader should partake of the earl's as-1
out seeing each other, when, according to the old tonishment, and consider the crime as inconsistent
-I poem of Flodden Field,”
The English line stretch'd east and west, with the manners of the period, I have to remind
And southward were their faces set; him of the numerous forgeries (partly executed by
The Scottish north ward proudly prest, a female assistant) devised by Robert of Artois,
And manfully their fors they met. to forward his suit against the countess Matilda; The English army advanced in four divisions. On which, being detected, occasioned his flight into the right, which first engaged, were the sons of England, and proved the remote cause of Edward earl Surrey, namely, Thomas Howard, the admithe third's memorable wars in France. John Hard-ral of England, and sir Edmund, the knight mar ing, also, was expressly hired by Edward IV, to shal of the army. Their divisions were separated forge sach documents as might appear to establish from each other; but, at the request of sir Edmund,
his brother's battalion was drawn very near to his was defeated, and in which conflict Marmion is own. The centre was commanded by Surrey in supposed to have fallen. person; and the left wing by sir Edward Stanley, 16. Brian Tunstall, stainless knight.-P. 96. with the men of Lancashire, and of the palatinate Sir Brian Tunstall, called in the romantic lanof Chester, Lord Dacre, with a large body of guage of the time, Tunstall the undefiled, was one horse, formed a reserve. When the smoke, which of the few Englishmen of rank slain at Flodden. the wind had driven between the armies, was some-He figures in the ancient English poem, to which what dispersed, they perceived the Scots, who had I may safely refer my reader; as an edition, with moved down the hill, in a similar order of battle, full explanatory notes, has been published by my and in deep silence. The earls of Huntly and of friend Mr. Henry Weber. Tunstall perhaps de Home commanded their left wing, and charged sir rived his epithet of undefiled from his white arEdmund Howard with such success, as entirely to mour and banner, the latter bearing a white cock defeat his part of the English right wing. The about to crow, as well as from his unstained loyadmiral, however, stood firm; and Dacre, advanc-alty and knightly faith. His place of residence was ing to his support with the reserve of cavalry, prob-|Thurland castle. ably between the intervals of the divisions com- 17. View not that corpse mistrustfully, manded by the brothers Howard, appears to have Defaced and mangled though it be; kept the victors in effectual check. Home's men, Nor to yon border castle high chiefly borderers, began to pillage the baggage of
Look northward with upbraiding eye-P, 98. both armies; and their leader is branded, by the There can be no doubt that king James fell in Scottish historians, with negligence or treachery. the battle of Flodden. He was killed, says tho On the other hand, Huntley, on whom they bestow curious French gazette, within a lance's length of many encomiums, is said, by the English' histori- the earl of Surrey; and the same account adds, ans, to have left the field after the first charge. that none of his division were made prisoners, Meanwhile the admiral, whose flank these chief's though many were killed; a circumstance that tesought to have attacked, availed himself of their in- tifies the desperation of their resistance. The Activity and pushed forward against another large Scottish historians record many of the idlc reports division of the Scottish army in his front, headed which passed among the vulgar of their day. Home by the earls of Crawford and Montrose, both of was accused, by the popular voice, not only of whom were slain, and their forces routed. On the failing to support the king, but even of having car left, the success of the English was yet more de- ried him out of the field and murdered him. And eisire; for the Scottish right wing, consisting of this tale was revived in my remembrance, by an undisciplined highlanders, commanded by Lenox unauthenticated story of a skeleton, wrapped in a and Argsle, was unable to sustain the charge of bull's hide, and surrounded with an iron chain, sir Edward Stanley, and especially the severe exe- said to have been found in the well of Home case cution of the Lancashire archers.' The king and tle; for which, on inquiry, I could never find any Surrey, who commanded the respective centres of better authority than the sexton of the parish their armies, were meanwhile engaged in close having said, that if the well were cleaned out, he and dubious conflict. James, surrounded by the would not be surprised at such a discovery. Home fower of his kingdom, and impatient of the gall- was the chamberlain of the king, and his prime ing discharge of arrows, supported also by his re- favourite; he had much to lose, (in fact did lose serve under Both well,' charged with such fury, all,) in consequence of James's death, and nothing that the standard of Surrey was in danger. At that earthly to gain by that event: but the retreat, or critical moment. Stanley, who had routed the left inactivity of the left wing, which he commanded, ving of the Scottish, pursued his career of victory, after defeating sir Edmund Howard, and even the: and arrived on the right flank, and in the rear of circumstance of his returning unhurt, and loaded James's division, which, throwing itself into a cir- with spoil, from so fatal a conflict, rendered the cle, disputed the battle till night came on. Surrey propagation of any calumny against him easy and then drew back his forces, for the Scottish centre acceptable: other reports gave a still more ronot having been broken, and their left wing being mantic turn to the king's fate, and avcrred, that victorious, he yet doubted the event of the field. James, weary of greatness after the carnage among The Scottish army, however, felt their loss, and his nobles, had gone on a pilgrimage to merit ababandoned the field of battle in disorder before solution for the death of his father, and the breach dawn. They lost, perhaps, from eight to ten thou- of his oath of amity to Henry. In particular, it was sand men, but that included the very prime of their objected to the English, that they could never dobility, gentry, and even clergy. Scarce a family show the token of the iron belt; which, however, of eminence but has an ancestor killed at Flodden: he was likely enough to have laid aside on the day and there is no province in Scotland, even at this of battle, as encumbering his personal exertions. day, where the battle is mentioned without a sen- They produce a better evidence, the monarch's sation of terror and sorrow. The English lost also sword and dagger, which are still preserved in the a great number of men, perhaps within one-third Herald's college in London. Stowe has recorded of the vanquished, but they were of inferior note. a degrading story of the disgrace with which the - See the only distinet detail of the field of Flod- remains of the unfortunate monarch were treated den in Pinkerton's History, book xi, all former in his time. An unhewn column marks the spot sccounts being full of blunder and inconsistency. where James fell, still called the king's stone. The spot, from which Clara views the battle, 18.
fanatic Brook must be supposed to have been on a hillock com
The fair cathedral storm'd and took.-P. 98 manding the rear of the English right wing, which This storm of Litchfield cathedral, which had
been garrisoned on the part of the king, took place •« Lesquels Ecossois descendirent la montagne en bon o dre, en la maniere que marchent les Allemans,
al in the great civil war. 'Lord Brooke, who, with sans parler, ni faire aucun bruit." Gazette of the Battle,
John Gill, commanded the ass
was shot Pinkerton'. History, Appendix, vol. ii, p. 450.
with a musket-ball through the visor of his bel
met. The royalists remarked, that he was killed The lines in page 68, by a shot fired from St. Chad's cathedral, and upon
Whose doom discording neighbours sought, St. Chad's day, and received his death-wound in
Content with equity unbought; the very eye with which he had said, he hoped to see the ruin of all the cathedrals in England. The have
have been unconsciously borrowed from a passage magnificent church in question suffered cruelly in Dryden
in Dryden's beautiful epistle to John Driden of upon this, and other occasions; the principal spire
Chesterton. The ballad of Lochinvar, p. 83, is in being ruined by the fire of the besiegers.
a very slight degree founded on a ballad called
“ Katherine Janfarie," which may be found in the Upon revising the poem, it seems proper to
“ Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border.” mention the following particulars:
The Lady of the Lake.
TO THE MOST NOBLE JOHN JAMES, MARQUIS OF ABERCORN, ETC.
TUIS POEM IS DYSCRIBED, BY THE AUTHOR.
And deep his midnight lair had made
In lone Glenartney's hazel shade; The scene of the following poem is laid chiefly But when the sun his beacon red in the vicinity of Loch-Katrine, in the Western Hac
rn Had kindled on Benvoirlich's head. Highlands of Perthshire. The time of action in- The deep-mouthed blood-bound's hcavy bay cludes six days, and the transactions of each day Resounded up the rocky way, occupy a canto.
And faint, from farther distance borne,
Were heard the clanging hoof and horn.
As chief, who hears his warder call,
“ To arms! the foemen storm the wall,” THE CHASE.
The antlered monarch of the waste HARP of the North! that mouldering long hast Sprung from his heathery couch in haste. hung
But, e'er his fleet career he took, On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan's
The dew drops from his flanks he shook; spring,
Like crested leader proud and high, And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung,
|Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; Till envious ivy did around thee cling,
A moment gazed adown the dale,
A moment snuffed the tainted gale,
P. That thickened as the chase drew nigh;
on Then, as the headmost foes appeared, Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?
P: With one brave bound the copse he cleared,
P: And, stretching forward free and far,
Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.
Aroused the fearful or subdued the proud. Yelled on the view the opening pack,
Thine ardent symphony sublime and high! To many a mingled sound at once
An hundred dogs bayed deep and strong, Was knighthood's dauntless deed and beauty's Clattered a hundred steeds along, matchless eye.
Their peal the merry horns rung out, O wake once more! how rude soe'er the hand
| An hundred voices joined the shout:
With hark and whoop, and wild halloo, That ventures o'er thy magic maze to stray,
No rest Benvoirlick's echoes knew, O wake once more! tho' scarce my skill command
Far from the tumult fled the roe, Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay:
Close in her covert cowered the doe, Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away,
The falcon, from her cairn on high, Aud all unworthy of thy nobler strain;
Cast on the rout a wondering eye, Yet, if one heart throb higher at its sway,
| Till far beyond her piercing ken The wizard note has not been touched in vain.
| The hurricane had swept the glen. Then silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again!
Faint, and more faint, its failing din
Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn, The Stag at eve had drunk his fill,
And silence settled, wide and still, Where danced the moon on Monan's rill, On the lone wood and mighty hill.