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

144!ROKEBY. [cANTo III.
" Rise, with thy bearing proud and high,
Even as this morn it met mine eye,
And give me, if thou darest, the lie! "
He paused-then, calm and passion-freed,
Bade Denzil with his tale proceed.
XXIV.
"Bertram, to thee I need not tell,
What thou hast cause to wot so well,'
How Superstition's nets were twined
Around the Lord of Mortham's mind; 2
But since he drove thee from his tower,
A maid he found in Greta's bower,
Whose speech, like David's harp, had sway,
To charm his evil fiend away.
I know not if her features moved
Remembrance of the wife he loved;
But he would gaze upon her eye,
Till his mood soften'd to a sigh.
He, whom no living mortal sought
To question of his secret thought,
Now every thought and care confess'd
To his fair niece's faithful breast;
Nor was there aught of rich and rare,
In earth, in ocean, or in air,
But it must deck Matilda's hair.
1 [MS.-" To thee, my friend, I need not tell,
What thou hast cause to know so well."]
2 [MS.-" Around thy captain's moody mind."]