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Full oft the rescued boy she kissed,
—For Howard was a generous foe— And how the clan united prayed,
The Ladye would the feud forego, And deign to bless the nuptial hour Of Cranstoun's Lord and Teviot's Flower.
She looked to river, looked to hill,
Then broke her silence stern and still,—
For pride is quelled, and love is free."
That hand to Cranstoun's lord gave she :—
This clasp of love our bond shall be;
To grace it with their company."
And how he sought her castle high,
That morn, by help of gramarye;
How, in Sir William's armour (light.
Stolen by his Page, while slept the knight,
He took on him the single fight.
But half his tale he left unsaid,
And lingered till he joined the maid.—
Cared not the Ladye to betray
Her mystic arts in view of day;
But well she thought, ere midnight came,
Of that strange Page the pride to tame,
From his foul hands the Book to save,
And send it back to Michael's grave.—
Needs not to tell each tender word
'Twixt Margaret and 'twixt Cranstoun's lord
Nor how she told of former woes,
And how her bosom fell and rose,
While he and Musgrave bandied blows.—
Needs not these lovers'joys to tell;
One day, fair maids, you'll know them well.
William of Deloraine, some chance
And taught that, in the listed plain,
Under the name of Deloraine. Hence, to the field, unarmed, he ran, And hence his presence scared the clan, Who held him for some fleeting wraith *, And not a man of blood and breath. Not much this new ally he loved, Yet, when he saw what hap had proved,
He greeted him right heartilie: He would not waken old debate, For he was void of rancorous hate, Though rude and scant of courtesy; In raids he spilt but seldom blood, Unless when men at arms withstood,"
* The spectral apparition of a living person.
Or, as was meet, for deadly feud.
When on dead Musgrave he looked down;
"Now, Richard Musgrave, liest thou here!
I ween, my deadly enemy; For, if I slew thy brother dear,
Thou slewest a sister's son to me: And when I lay in dungeon dark,
Of Naworth Castle, long months three, Till ransomed for a thousand mark,
Dark Musgrave, it was long of thee.