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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 925

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03


But scarce again his horn he wound,

320 When lo! forth starting at the sound,

From underneath an aged oak,

That slanted from the islet rock,

A damsel guider of its way,

A little skiff shot to the bay,

325 That round the promontory steep

Led its deep line in graceful sweep,

Eddying, in almost viewless wave,

The weeping willow-twig to lave,

And kiss, with whispering sound and slow,

330 The beach of pebbles bright as snow.

Th

e boat had touched the silver strand,

Just as the Hunter left his stand,

And stood concealed amid the brake,

To view this Lady of the Lake.

335 The maiden paused, as if again

She thought to catch the distant strain.

With head upraised, and look intent,

And eye and ear attentive bent,

And locks flung back, and lips apart,

340 Like monument of Grecian art,

In listening mood, she seemed to stand,

The guardian Naiad of the strand.

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