The dell, upon the mountain's crest, No murmur waked the solemn still, But when the wind chafed with the lake, A sullen sound would upward break, With dashing hollow voice, that spoke The incessant war of wave and rock. Suspended cliffs, with hideous sway, Seem'd nodding o'er the cavern grey. From such a den the wolf had In such the wild cat leaves her sprung, young; Yet Douglas and his daughter fair XXVII. Now eve, with western shadows long, When Roderick, with a chosen few, Above the Goblin-cave they go, *The Urisk, or Highland satyr. See Note. The prompt retainers speed before, To launch the shallop from the shore, And place his clansmen in array. The rest their way through thickets break, And soon await him by the lake. It was a fair and gallant sight, To view them from the neighbouring height, Each warrior was a chosen man, As even afar might well be seen, By their proud step and martial mien. A wild and warlike group they stand, That well became such mountain-strand. XXVIII. Their Chief, with step reluctant, still It was but with that dawning morn Still hovering near his treasure lost; A parting meeting to his eye, Still fondly strains his anxious ear, The accents of her voice to hear, But hark! what mingles in the strain? That wakes its measure slow and high, What melting voice attends the strings? XXIX. Hymn to the Wirgin. Ave Maria! maiden mild! Listen to a maiden's prayer! Thou canst hear though from the wild, Safe may we sleep beneath thy care, Though banish'd, outcast, and reviled Maiden! hear a maiden's prayer; Mother, hear a suppliant child! Ave Maria! |