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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 829

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"I well believe," the maid replied,

As her light skiff approached the side,

455 "I well believe, that ne'er before

Your foot has trod Loch Katrine's shore;

But yet, as far as yesternight,

Old Allan-bane foretold your plight,

A gray-haired sire, whose eye intent

460 Was on the visioned future bent.note

He saw your steed, a dappled gray,

Lie dead beneath the birchen way;

Painted exac

t your form and mien,

Your hunting suit of Lincoln green,

465 That tasselled horn so gaily gilt,

That falchion's crooked blade and hilt,

That cap with heron plumage trim,

And yon two hounds so dark and grim.

He bade that all should ready be,

470 To grace a guest of fair degree;

But light I held his prophecy,

And deemed it was my father's horn,

Whose echoes o'er the lake were borne."

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