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

122 THE LORD OG THE ISLES. [CANTo III.
Thus rank'd, to give the youthful page
The rest required by tender age.
What is Lord Ronald's wakeful thought,
To chase the languor toil had brought?(For deem not that he deign'd to throw
Much care upon such coward foe,)He thinks of lovely Isabel,
When at her foeman's feet she fell,
Nor less when, placed in princely selle,
She glanced on him with favouring eyes,
At Woodstocke when he won She prize.
Nor, fair in joy, in sorrow fair,
In pride of place as'mid despair,
Must she alone engross his care.
His thoughts to his betrothed bride,'
To Edith, turn —O how decide,
When here his love and heart are given,
And there his faith stands plight to Heaven!
No drowsy ward'tis his to keep,
For seldom lovers long for sleep.
Till sung.his midnight hymn the owl,
Answer'd the dog-fox with his howl,
Then waked the lKing-at his request,
Lord Ronald stretch'd himself to rest.
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What spell was good King Robert's, say,
To drive the weary night away?
1 [IS. —" Must she alone his mnusings share.
They turn to his betrothed bride."]