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

174 THE LAY OF [CANTO V.
And linger'd till he join'd the maid.Cared not the Ladye to betray
Her mystic arts in view of day;
But well she thought, ere midnight came,
Of that strange page the pride to tame,
From his foul hands the Book to save,
And send it back to Michael's grave.Needs not to tell each tender word'Twixt Margaret and'twixt Cranstoun's lord;
Nor how she told of former woes,
And how her bosom fell and rose,
While he and Musgrave bandied blows.Needs not these lovers' joys to tell:
One day, fair maids, you'll know them well.
XXVIII.
William of Deloraine, some chance
Had waken'd from his deathlike trance;
And taught that, in the listed plain,
Another, in his arms and shield,
Against fierce Musgrave axe did wield,
Under the name of Deloraine.
Hence, to the field, unarm'd, he ran,
And hence his presence scared the clan,
Who held him for some fleeting wraith,'
And not a man of blood and breath.
Not much this new ally he loved,
Yet, when he saw what hap had proved,
1 The spectral apparition of a living person.