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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 797

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

The Minstrel waked his harp-three times

115 Arose the well-known martial chimes,

And thrice their high heroic pride

In melancholy murmurs died.

"Vainly thou bid'st, O noble maid,"

Clasping his withered hands, he said,

120 "Vainly thou bid'st me wake the strain,

Though all unwont to bid in vain.

Alas! than mine a mightier hand

Has tuned my harp, my strings has spanned!

I touch the chords of joy, but low

125 And mournful answer notes of woe;

And the proud march, which victors tread,

Sinks in the wailing for the dead.

O well for me, if mine alone

That dirge's deep prophetic tone!

130 If, as my tuneful fathers said,

This harp, which erst Saint Modan swayed,note

Can thus its master's fate foretell,

Then welcome be the minstrel's knell!

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