The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott, with memoir of the author.

CANTO VI.] THE LORD OF THE ISLES. 227
That at King Robert's bidding came,
To battle for the right!
From Cheviot to the shores of Ross,
From Solway-Sands to _Marshal's-Moss,'
All boun'd them for the fight.
Such news the royal courier tells,
Who came to rouse dark Arran's dells;
But farther tidings must the ear
Of Isabel in secret hear.
These in her cloister walk, next morn,
Thus shared she with the Maid of Lorn.
VI.
" My Edith, can I tell how dear
Our intercourse of hearts sincere
Hath been to Isabel?Judge then the sorrow of my heart,
When I must say the words, We part!
The cheerless convent-cell
Was not, sweet maiden, made for thee;
Go thou where thy vocation free
On happier fortunes fell.
Nor, Edith, judge thyself betray'd,
Though Robert knows that Lorn's high Maid
And his poor silent page were one.
Versed in the fickle heart of man,2
1 [MS.-" From Solway's sands to wild Cape Wrath,
From Ilay's Rinns to Colbrand's Path.'"]
2 [MS.-" And his mute page were one.
For, versant in the heart of man."]