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The Lady of the Lake By Walter Scott Characters: 1036

Updated: 2017-12-01 00:03

10 That early beam, so fair and sheen,

Was twinkling through the hazel screen,

When rousing at its glimmer red,

The warriors left their lowly bed,

Looked out upon the dappled sky,

15 Muttered their soldier matins by,

And then awaked their fire, to steal,

As short and rude, their soldier meal.

That o'er, the Gael around him threw

His graceful plaid of varied hue,

20 And, true to promise, led the way,

By thicket green and mountain gray.

A wildering path-they winded now

Along t

he precipice's brow,

Commanding the rich scenes beneath,

25 The windings of the Forth and Teith,

And all the vales between that lie,

Till Stirling's turrets melt in sky;

Then, sunk in copse, their farthest glance

Gained not the length of horseman's lance.

30 'Twas oft so steep, the foot was fain

Assistance from the hand to gain;

So tangled oft, that, bursting through,

Each hawthorn shed her showers of dew-

That diamond dew, so pure and clear,

35 It rivals all but Beauty's tear!

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