And ever comest to thy command, Our wardens had need to keep good order : My bow of yew to a hazel wand, Thou❜lt make them work upon the Border. Meantime, be pleased to come with me, For good Lord Dacre shalt thou see; When we have taken thy father's son.” XXI. Although the child was led away, He lighted the match of his bandelier,* It may be hardly thought or said, That the young Baron was possessed! XXII. Well I ween, the charm he held To tend the wounded Deloraine. Much she wondered to find him lie,' On the stone threshold stretched along ; She thought some spirit of the sky Had done the bold moss-troooper wrong; Because, despite her precept dread, Perchance he in the Book had read ; Bandelier, belt for carrying ammunition. + Hackbutteer, musketeer. But the broken lance in his bosom stood, And it was earthly steel and wood. XXIII. She drew the splinter from the wound, And with a charm she staunched the blood; But she has ta'en the broken lance, And salved the splinter o'er and o'er. Whene'er she turned it round and round, Then to her maidens she did say, That he should be whole man and sound, Within the course of a night and day. Full long she toiled; for she did rue Mishap to friend so stout and true. XXIV. So passed the day-the evening fell, The air was mild, the wind was calm, Enjoyed and blessed the lovely hour. Far more fair Margaret loved and blessed The hour of silence and of rest. On the high turret sitting lone, She waked at times the lute's soft tone; For lovers love the western star. XXV. Is yon the star, o'er Penchryst Pen, That rises slowly to her ken, And, spreading broad its wavering light, Shakes its loose tresses on the night? Is yon red glare the western star? O, 'tis the beacon-blaze of war! Scarce could she draw her tightened breath, For well she knew the fire of death! XXVI. The Warder viewed it blazing strong, Like reeds beside a frozen brook, |