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

CANTro III.] THE LAST MINSTREL. 107
She bade the gash be cleansed and bound:
No longer by his couch she stood;
But she has ta'en the broken lance,
And wash'd it from the clotted gore,
And salved the splinter o'er and o'er.1
William of Deloraine, in trance,
Whene'er she turn'd it round and round,
Twisted as if she gall'd his wound.
Then to her maidens she did say,
That he should be whole man and sound,
Within the course of a night and day.
Full long she toil'd; for she did rue
Mishap to friend so stout and true.
XXIV. 2
So pass'd the day-the evening fell,'Twas near the time of curfew bell;
The air was mild, the wind was calm,
The stream was smooth, the dew was balm;
E'en the rude watchman, on the tower,
Enjoy'd and bless'd the lovely hour.
Far more fair Margaret loved and bless'd
The hour of silence and of rest.
1 See Appendix, Note W.
2 [," As another illustration of the prodigious improvement
which the style of the old romance is capable of receiving
from a more liberal admixture of pathetic sentiments and
gentle affections, we insert the following passage, Stanzas
xxiv. to xxvii., where the effect of the picture is finely
assisted by the contrast of its two compartments."JEFFREY.]