Go visit it by the pale moon-light; For the gay beams of lightsome day When the broken arches are black in night, And each shafted oriel glimmers white; When buttress and buttress, alternately, When silver edges the imagery, And the scrolls that teach thee to live and die ; When distant Tweed is heard to rave, And the owlet to hoot o'er the dead man's grave; Then go but go alone the while— And, home returning, soothly swear, II. Short halt did Deloraine make there; "Who knocks so loud, and knocks so late?" And strait the wicket opened wide: For Branksome's chiefs had in battle stood, To fence the rights of fair Melrose; And lands and livings, many a rood, Had gifted the shrine for their souls repose. III. Bold Deloraine his errand said; The porter bent his humble head; With torch in hand, and foot unshod, He entered the cell of the ancient priest, To hail the Monk of St Mary's aisle. * Aventayle, visor of the helmet. |