The kirk was deck'd at morning-tide, The tapers glimmer'd fair ; The priest and bridegroom wait the bride, They sought her both by bower and ha', The ladie was not seen! She's o'er the Border, and awa Wi' Jock of Hazeldean. SIR WALTER SCOTT. XXXVII THE INDIAN SERENADE. I ARISE from dreams of thee Hath led me-who knows how? The wandering airs they faint O! beloved as thou art! O lift me from the grass! PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. XXXVIII LADY HERON'S SONG O, YOUNG Lochinvar is come out of the west, So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, He stayed not for brake, and he stopped not for stone, He swam the Esk river where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Netherby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late : So boldly he entered the Netherby Hall, Among bride's-men, and kinsmen, and brothers, and all: Then spake the bride's father, his hand on his sword (For the poor craven bridegroom said never a word), "O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?" "I long wooed your daughter, my suit you denied ;— The bride kissed the goblet; the knight took it up, So stately his form, and so lovely her face, While her mother did fret, and her father did fume, And the bride-maidens whispered, ""Twere better by far To have matched our fair cousin with young Lochinvar." One touch to her hand, and one word in her ear, When they reached the hall door, and the charger stood near; So light to the croupe the fair lady he swung, So light to the saddle before her he sprung! "She is won! we are gone, over bank, bush, and scaur; They'll have fleet steeds that follow," quoth young Lochinvar. There was mounting 'mong Græmes of the Netherby clan; Forsters, Fenwicks, and Musgraves, they rode and they ran : There was racing and chasing, on Cannobie Lea, XXXIX LORD ULLIN'S DAUGHTER A CHIEFTAIN, to the Highlands bound, "Now who be ye, would cross Lochgyle, "O, I'm the chief of Ulva's isle, And this Lord Ullin's daughter. "And fast before her father's men Three days we've fled together, "His horsemen hard behind us ride; Outspoke the hardy Highland wight, "And by my word, the bonny bird So though the waves are raging white, By this the storm grew loud apace, But still as wilder blew the wind, 66 "O haste thee, haste!" the lady cries, Though tempests round us gather; I'll meet the raging of the skies, But not an angry father." The boat has left a stormy land, A stormy sea before her, When, oh! too strong for human hand, And still they row'd amidst the roar Lord Ullin reach'd that fatal shore, For sore dismay'd, through storm and shade, His child he did discover ; One lovely hand she stretched for aid, And one was round her lover. |