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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 227 pages of information about The Lady of the Lake.

IX.

Where is the Douglas?—­he is gone;
And Ellen sits on the gray stone
Fast by the cave, and makes her moan,
While vainly Allan’s words of cheer
Are poured on her unheeding ear. 
’He will return—­dear lady, trust!—­
With joy return;—­he will—­he must. 
Well was it time to seek afar
Some refuge from impending war,
When e’en Clan-Alpine’s rugged swarm
Are cowed by the approaching storm. 
I saw their boats with many a light,
Floating the livelong yesternight,
Shifting like flashes darted forth
By the red streamers of the north;
I marked at morn how close they ride,
Thick moored by the lone islet’s side,
Like wild ducks couching in the fen
When stoops the hawk upon the glen. 
Since this rude race dare not abide
The peril on the mainland side,
Shall not thy noble father’s care
Some safe retreat for thee prepare?’

X.

Ellen.

’No, Allan, no ’ Pretext so kind
My wakeful terrors could not blind. 
When in such tender tone, yet grave,
Douglas a parting blessing gave,
The tear that glistened in his eye
Drowned not his purpose fixed and high. 
My soul, though feminine and weak,
Can image his; e’en as the lake,
Itself disturbed by slightest stroke. 
Reflects the invulnerable rock. 
He hears report of battle rife,
He deems himself the cause of strife. 
I saw him redden when the theme
Turned, Allan, on thine idle dream
Of Malcolm Graeme in fetters bound,
Which I, thou saidst, about him wound. 
Think’st thou he bowed thine omen aught? 
O no’ ’t was apprehensive thought
For the kind youth,—­ for Roderick too—­
Let me be just—­that friend so true;
In danger both, and in our cause! 
Minstrel, the Douglas dare not pause. 
Why else that solemn warning given,
‘If not on earth, we meet in heaven!’
Why else, to Cambus-kenneth’s fane,
If eve return him not again,
Am I to hie and make me known? 
Alas! he goes to Scotland’s throne,
Buys his friends’ safety with his own;
He goes to do—­what I had done,
Had Douglas’ daughter been his son!’

XI.

’Nay, lovely Ellen!—­dearest, nay! 
If aught should his return delay,
He only named yon holy fane
As fitting place to meet again. 
Be sure he’s safe; and for the Graeme,—­
Heaven’s blessing on his gallant name!—­
My visioned sight may yet prove true,
Nor bode of ill to him or you. 
When did my gifted dream beguile? 
Think of the stranger at the isle,
And think upon the harpings slow
That presaged this approaching woe! 
Sooth was my prophecy of fear;
Believe it when it augurs cheer. 
Would we had left this dismal spot! 
Ill luck still haunts a fairy spot! 
Of such a wondrous tale I know—­
Dear lady, change that look of woe,
My harp was wont thy grief to cheer.’

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