e rose, she caught me round the waist, e led me to her crystal grot, She set me in her coral chair, e waved her hand, and I had not Or azure eyes or golden hair. er locks of jet, her eyes of flame Were mine, and hers my semblance fair; O make me, Nix, again the same, ne smiles in scorn, she disappears, R. Garnett XCIX THE SEVEN SISTERS; R, THE SOLITUDE OF BINNORIE I Seven daughters had Lord Archibald, All children of one mother: You could not say in one short day Sing mournfully, oh ! mournfully, 2 Fresh blows the wind, a western wind, Across the wave, a rover brave To Binnorie is steering: Right onward to the Scottish strand The gallant ship is borne ; The warriors leap upon the land, And hark! the leader of the band 3 Beside a grotto of their own, 4 Away the seven fair Campbells fly; And, over hill and hollow, With menace proud, and insult loud, The youthful rovers follow. Cried they, 'Your father loves to roam : Enough for him to find The empty house when he comes home; or us your yellow ringlets comb, or us be fair and kind!' ing mournfully, oh! mournfully, he solitude of Binnorie! 5 ome close behind, some side by side, Like clouds in stormy weather, 'hey run and cry, ‘Nay let us die, nd let us die together.' lake was near; the shore was steep; There foot had never been; They ran, and with a desperate leap Sing mournfully, oh ! mournfully, 6 The stream that flows out of the lake, W. Wordsworth e eager pack, from couples freed, Dash through the bush, the brier, the brake; hile answering hound, and horn, and steed, The mountain echoes startling wake. e beams of God's own hallow'd day Had painted yonder spire with gold, d calling sinful man to pray, Loud, long, and deep the bell had tolled. t still the Wildgrave onward rides ; ho was each stranger, left and right, e right-hand horseman, young and fair, His smile was like the morn of May; ■e left, from eye of tawny glare, Shot midnight lightning's lurid ray. e waved his huntsman's cap on high, Cease thy loud bugle's clanging knell,' |