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Shakes its loose tresses on the night?
HE Warder view'd it blazing strong,
And blew his war-note loud and long, Till, at the high and haughty sound, Rock, wood, and river, rung around. The blast alarm'd the festal hall, And startled forth the warriors all; Far downward, in the castle-yard, Full many a torch and cresset glared ; And helms and plumes, confusedly toss'd, Were in the blaze half-seen, half-lost; And spears in wild disorder shook Like reeds beside a frozen brook.
CHE Seneschal, whose silver hair
Was redden'd by the torches' glare, Stood in the midst, with gesture proud, And issued forth his mandates loud :
“On Penchryst glows a bale of fire, And three are kindling on Priesthaughswire:+
Ride out, ride out,
The foe to scout !
That ever are true and stout-
While loud the harness rung,
The ready horsemen sprung ;
And out ! and out!
In hasty route,
And east, and west, and north,
Awaked the need-fire’st slumbering brand,
All flaring and uneven ; And soon a score of fires, I ween, From height, and hill, and cliff, were seen ; Each with warlike tidings fraught; Each from each the signal caught; Each after each they glanced to sight, As stars arise upon the night. They gleam'd on many a dusky tarn, Haunted by the lonely earn ; + On many a cairn's grey pyramid, Where urns of mighty chiefs lie hid ;+