Amaz'd, confounded at the fight,
He lay unfeen and still:

And foon he faw them cross the ftream,
And mount the neighbouring hill.`

Unheard, unknown of all within,
The youthful couple fly.

But what can 'scape the lover's ken?
Or fhun his piercing eye?

With filent step he follows clofe
Behind the flying pair,

And faw her hang upon his arm
With fond familiar air.

Thanks, gentle youth, fhe often faid;
My thanks thou well haft won:
For me what wiles haft thou contriv'd?
For me what dangers run?

And ever fhall my grateful heart
Thy fervices repay:

Sir Bertram would no further hear,
But cried, Vile traitor, ftay!

Vile traitor! yield that Lady up!
• And quick his fword he drew.
'The stranger turn'd in sudden rage,
And at Sir Bertram flew.

With mortal hate their vigorous arms
Gave many a vengeful blow:
But Bertram's stronger hand prevail'd,
And laid the ftranger low.

£ 2.

Die,

Yet, Minstrel, in yon rifing cliff
Thou'lt find a fheltering cave;
And here thou shalt my fupper fhare,
And there thy lodging have.

All day he fits beside the gate,
And pipes both loud and clear;
All night he watches round the walls,
In hopes his love to hear.

The first night, as he filent watch'd,
All at the midnight hour,

He plainly heard his Lady's voice
Lamenting in the tower.

The fecond night the moon fhone clear,
And gilt the fpangled dew;

He faw his Lady thro' the grate,

But 'twas a tranfient view.

The third night wearied out he flept

'Till near the morning tide; When ftarting up, he feiz'd his fword,

And to the castle hy'd.

When, lo he saw a ladder of ropes
Depending from the wall;

And o'er the mote was newly laid
A poplar strong and tall.

And foon he saw his love defcend

Wrapt in a Tartan plaid; Affifted by a sturdy youth In highland garb y-clad.

Amaz❜d,

Amaz'd, confounded at the fight,
He lay unfeen and still:

And foon he faw them cross the stream,
And mount the neighbouring hill.

Unheard, unknown of all within,
The youthful couple fly.

But what can 'fcape the lover's ken?
Or fhun his piercing eye?

With filent step he follows clofe
Behind the flying pair,

And faw her hang upon his arm
With fond familiar air.

Thanks, gentle youth, fhe often faid;
My thanks thou well haft won:
For me what wiles haft thou contriv'd?
For me what dangers run?

And ever fhall my grateful heart
Thy fervices repay :-

Sir Bertram would no further hear,
But cried, Vile traitor, ftay!

Vile traitor! yield that Lady up!
• And quick his fword he drew.
'The stranger turn'd in fudden rage,
And at Sir Bertram flew.

With mortal hate their vigorous arms
Gave many a vengeful blow:
But Bertram's stronger hand prevail'd,
And laid the ftranger low.

£ 2.

Die,

Yet, Minstrel, in yon rifing cliff
Thou'lt find a fheltering cave;
And here thou fhalt my fupper share,
And there thy lodging have.

All day he fits beside the gate,
And pipes both loud and clear;
All night he watches round the walls,
In hopes his love to hear.

The first night, as he filent watch'd,
All at the midnight hour,
He plainly heard his Lady's voice
Lamenting in the tower.

The second night the moon fhone clear,
And gilt the spangled dew;

He faw his Lady thro' the grate,

But 'twas a tranfient view.

'The third night wearied out he slept
'Till near the morning tide;
When ftarting up, he seiz'd his fword,
And to the caftle hy'd.

When, lo! he faw a ladder of ropes
Depending from the wall;

And o'er the mote was newly laid
A poplar strong and tall.

And foon he faw his love defcend

Wrapt in a Tartan plaid;

Affifted by a sturdy youth
In highland garb y-clad.

Amaz❜d,

Amaz'd, confounded at the fight,
He lay unfeen and still:

And foon he faw them cross the ftream,
And mount the neighbouring hill.

Unheard, unknown of all within,
The youthful couple fly.

But what can 'fcape the lover's ken?
Or fhun his piercing eye?

With filent ftep he follows clofe
Behind the flying pair,

And faw her hang upon his arm
With fond familiar air.

Thanks, gentle youth, fhe often faid;
My thanks thou well haft won:
For me what wiles haft thou contriv'd?
For me what dangers run?

And ever fhall my grateful heart
Thy fervices repay :·

Sir Bertram would no further hear,
But cried, Vile traitor, ftay!

Vile traitor! yield that Lady up!
• And quick his fword he drew.
The stranger turn'd in sudden rage,
And at Sir Bertram flew.

With mortal hate their vigorous arms
Gave many a vengeful blow:
But Bertram's stronger hand prevail'd,
And laid the ftranger low.

£ 2.

Die,