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

412 BOKEBY. CANTO.
The rural brook of Egliston,
AndBalder, nam'd from Odin's son;
And Greta, to whose banks ere long
We lead the lovers of the song;
And silver Lune, from Stanmore wild,
And fairy Thorsgill's murm'ring child,
And last and least, but loveliest still,
Romantic l)eepdale's slender rilL
Who in that dim-wood glen hath stray'd,
Yet long'd for Roslin's magic glade?
Who wand'ring there, hath sought to changs
]Ev'n for that vale so stern and strange,
Where Cartland's Crags, fantastic'rent,
Through her green copse like spires are sentI
Yet, Albin, yet the praise be thine,
Thy scenes and story to combine!
Thou bidd'st him, who by Roslin strays,
List to the deeds of other days;'Mid Cartland's Crags thou show'st the cave,
The refuge of thy champion brave;
Giving each rock its storied tale,
Pouring a lay for every dale,
Knitting, as with a moral band,
Thy native legends with thy land,
To lend each scene the interest high
Which genius beams from Beauty's eye.
IV.
Bertram awaited not the sight
Which sua-rise shows from Barnard's theigh.2
But from the towers, preventing day,
With Wilifid took his early way,'While misty dawn, and moonbeam pale,
Still mingled in the silent dale.
By Barnard's bridge of stately stone,
The southern bank of Tees they won;
Their winding path then eastward cast,
And Egliston's grey ruins passed;
Each on his own deep visions bent,
Silent and sad they onward went.
Well may you think that Bertram's moo,
To Wilflid savage seem'd and rude;
Well may you think bold Risinghamn
Hield Wilfrid trival, poor, and tame;
And small the intercourse, I ween,
Such uncongenial souls between.
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