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If thou readest, thou art lorn!
“ SWIFTLY can speed my dapple
en grey steed, Which drinks of the Teviot clear ; Ere break of day,” the Warrior 'gan say,
“ Again will I be here : And safer by none may thy errand be done,
Than, noble dame, by me;
Wer't my neck-verse at Hairibee." +
M OON in his saddle sate he fast,
And soon the steep descent he past, Soon cross'd the sounding barbican,t And soon the Teviot side he won. Eastward the wooded path he rode, Green hazels o'er his basnet nod; He pass’d the Peelt of Goldiland, And cross'd old Borthwick's roaring strand; Dimly he view'd the Moat-hill's inound, Where Druid shades still flitted round:
In Hawick twinkled many a light;
mark ;“Stand, ho ! thou courier of the dark.” — “For Branksome, ho !” the knight rejoin'd, And left the friendly tower behind. He turn'd him now from Teviotside,
And, guided by the tinkling rill, Northward the dark ascent did ride,
And gained the moor at Horsliehill ; Broad on the left before him lay, For many a mile, the Roman way.t
XXVII. a MOMENT now he slack'd his speed,
a A moment breathed his panting steed; Drew saddle-girth and corslet-band, And loosen'd in the sheath his brand, On Minto-crags the moon-beams glint, Where Barnhill hew'd his bed of flin' ;
Who flung his outlaw'd limbs to rest,
XXVIII. HINCHALLENGED, thence pass'd Delo.
e raine, To ancient Riddel's fair domain.
Where Aill, from mountains freed,
Like the mane of a chestnut steed.
And the water broke o'er the saddle-bow
Above the foaming tide, I ween,
And sternly shook his plumed head,
For on his soul the slaughter red
Till gallant Cessford's heart-blood dear
all; He meetly stabled his steed in stall, And sought the convent's lonely wall.