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

CANTO VI.] ROKEBY. 251
Fearful and quick his eye surveys
Each angle of the gloomy maze.
Since last he left that stern abode,
It seem'd as none its floor had trod;
Untouch'd appeared the various spoil,
The purchase of his comrades' toil;
Masks and disguises grimed with mud,
Arms broken and defiled with blood,
And all the nameless tools that aid
Night-felons in their lawless trade,
Upon the gloomy walls were hung,
Or lay in nooks obscurely flung.1
Still on the sordid board appear
The relics of the noontide cheer:
Flagons and emptied flasks were there,2
And bench o'erthrown, and shatter'd chair;
And all around the semblance show'd,
As when the final revel glow'd,
When the red sun was setting fast,
And parting pledge Guy Denzil past.
" To Rokeby treasure-vaults! " they quaff'd,
And shouted loud and wildly laugh'd,
Pour'd maddening from the rocky door,
And parted-to return no more!
1 [MS.-" Or on the floors disordered flung."]
2 [MS.-" Seats overthrown and flagons drain'd,
Still on the cavern floor remain'd,
And all the cave that semblance bore,
It show'd when late the revel wore."]