Though with his boldest at his back, Even Roderick Dhu beset the track.— Brave Douglas,-lovely Ellen,-nay, Nought here of parting will I say. Earth does not hold a lonesome glen, So secret, but we meet agen. Chieftain! we too shall find an hour." He said, and left the sylvan bower. XXXVI. Old Allan follow'd to the strand, And anxious told, how, on the morn, Dale, glen, and valley, down, and moor. Much were the peril to the Græme, Far up the lake 'twere safest land, Himself would row him to the strand. He gave his counsel to the wind, While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind, Round dirk and pouch and broad-sword roll'd, And stripp'd his limbs to such array, XXXVII. Then spoke abrupt: "Farewell to thee, The Minstrel's hand he kindly press'd, "O! could I point a place of rest! My sovereign holds in ward my land, To tame his foes, his friends to aid, Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade. Yet, if there be one faithful Græme, Nor, ere yon pride-swoll'n robber dare,— I may not give the rest to air! Tell Roderick Dhu, I owed him nought, Not the poor service of a boat, To waft me to yon mountain-side."- To which the moon her silver gave, The Minstrel heard the far halloo, END OF CANTO SECOND. |