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I scarcely know me in the glass.
I will not pame his name ! -
My blood is liquid flame !
Dark looks we did exchange :
Its plans of dark revenge.
“ A word of vulgar augury,
Brought on a village tale;
I borrowed steed and mail,
And weapons, from his sleeping band;
And, passing from a postern door, We met, and 'countered, hand to hand,
He fell on Gifford-moor. For the death-stroke my brand I drew, (O then my helmed head he knew,
The palmer's cowl was gone,) Then bad three inches of my blade The heavy debt of vengeance paid, My hand the thought of Austin staid ;
I left him there alone.O, good old man! even from the grave, Thy spirit could thy master save : If I had slain my foeman, ne'er Had Whitby's Abbess, in her fear, Given to my hand this packet dear, Of power to clear my injured fame,. And vindicate De Wilton's name. Perchance you heard the Abbess tell Of the strange pageantry of Hell,
That broke our secret speech-
A tale of peace to teach.
« Now here, within Tantallon Hold,
But ancient armour on the walls,
“ There soon again we meet, my Clare!
Once more” “0, Wilton! must we then
* Where James encamped before taking post on Flodden. Trust fate of arms once more?
And is there not a humble glen,
Where we, content and poor, Might build a cottage in the shade,
A shepherd thou, and I to aid
Thy task on dale and moor ?That reddening brow!—too well I know, Not even thy Clare can peace bestow
While falsehood stains thy name :
And weep a warrior's shame;
And send thee forth to fame !"
. XI. That night, upon the rocks and bay, The midnight moon-beam slumbering lay,