And hence, in fair remembrance worn, ઃઃ Ready, aye ready," for the field. IX. An aged knight, to danger steeled, With many a moss-trooper, came on; The stars and crescent graced his shield, In the dark glen, so deep below, And bought with danger, blows, and blood. Marauding chief! his sole delight Were white as Dinlay's spotless snow; A braver knight than Harden's lord Ne'er belted on a brand. X. Whitslade the Hawk, and Headshaw came, And warriors more than I may name; But better hearts o'er Border sod To siege or rescue never rode. The Ladye marked the aids come in, The raven's nest upon the cliff; Thou, Whitslade, shalt teach him his weapon to wield, And o'er him hold his father's shield." XI. Well may you think the wily page Cared not to face the Ladye sage. He counterfeited childish fear, And shrieked, and shed full many a tear, And moaned and plained in manner wild. Some fairy, sure, had changed the child, Then wrathful was the noble dame; Sure some fell fiend has cursed our line, That coward should e'er be son of mine!" XII. A heavy task Watt Tinlinn had, It cost Wat Tinlinn mickle toil To drive him but a Scottish mile; But, as a shallow brook they crossed, The elf, amid the running stream, His figure changed, like form in dream, And fled, and shouted, "Lost! lost! lost!" Full fast the urchin ran and laughed, But faster still a cloth-yard shaft Whistled from startled Tinlinn's yew, And pierced his shoulder through and through. Although the imp might not be slain, And though the wound soon healed again, Yet, as he ran, he yelled for pain; And Wat of Tinlinn, much aghast, Rode back to Branksome fiery fast. XIII. Soon on the hill's steep verge he stood, That looks o'er Branksome's towers and wood; |