The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

But, after'a suspended pause,
The Baron spoke: —" Of Nature's laws
So strong I hold the force,
That never super-human cause
Could a'er controul their course;
And, three days since, had judged your aim
Was but to make your guest your game,
But I have seen, since past the Tweed,
What much has changed my sceptic creed,
And made me credit aught."-He staid,
And seemed to wish his words unsaid;
But, by that strong emotion pressed,
Which prompts us to unload our breast,
Even when discovery's pain,
To Lindesay did at length unfold
The tale his village host had told,'At Gifford, to his train.
Nought of the Palmer says he there,
And nought of Constance, or of Clare:
The thoughts, which broke his sleep, he seenms
To mention but as feverish dreams.
"In vain," said he, "to rest I spread
My burning limbs, and couched my head:
Fantastic thoughts returned;
And, by their wild dominion led,
My heart within me burned.
So sore was the delirious goad,
I took my steed, and forth I rode,
And, as the moon shone bright and cold,
Soon reached the camp upon the wold.
The southern entrance I passed through,
And halted, and -my bugle blew.
Methought an answer met my earYet was -the blast so low and drear,
So hollow, and so faintly blown,
It might be echo of my own.
Thus judging, fof a little space
I listened, ere I left the place;
But scarce could trust my eyeu,...........~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~