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"Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!
And, gentle ladye, deign to stay! Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,
Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.
"The blackening wave is edged with white;
To inch* and rock the sea-mews fly; The fishers have heard the Water Sprite,
Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.
"Last night the gifted Seer did view
Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch:
"'Tis not because Lord Lindesay's heir
But that my ladye-mother there
• Inclt, Isle.
"'Tis not because the ring they ride,
But that my sire the wine will chide,
O'er Roslin all that dreary night
A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;
'Twas broader than the watch-fire light,
It glared on Roslin's castled rock,
'Twas seen from Dryden's groves of oak,
Seemed all on fire that chapel proud,
Each Baron, for a sable shroud,
Seemed all on fire within, around,
Deep sacristy and altar's pale; Shone every pillar foliage-bound,
And glimmered all the dead men's mail.
Blazed battlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair—
So still they blaze, when fate is nigh
There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
Each one the holy vault doth hold—
And each St Clair was buried there,
With candle, with book, and with knell;
But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung, The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
So sweet was Harold's piteous lay,
Scarce marked the guests the darkened hall, Though, long before the sinking day,
A wondrous shade involved them all:
Of no eclipse had sages told;
Could scarce his own stretched hand behold.
Then sudden, through the darkened air
A flash of lightning came;
The castle seemed on flame. .
It broke, with thunder long and loud,
From sea to sea the larum rung j