The poetical works of Sir Walter Scott ... Notes & life of the author.

CANTO L LAST MINSTIL. 9
Dared she to look for sympathy.
Her lover,'gainst her father's clan,
With Car in arms had stood,
When Mathouse-burn to Melrose ran,
All purple with their blood.
And well she knew, her mother dread,
Before lord Cranstoun she should wed,
Would see her on her dying bed.
XL.
Of noble race the Ladye came;
Her father was a clerk of fame,
Of Bethune's line of Picardie:
He learned the art, that none may name,
In Padua, far beyond the sea.
Men said, he changed his mortal frame
By feat of magic mystery;
For when, in studious mood, he paced
St Andrew's cloistered hall,
His form no darkening shadow traced
Upon the sunny wall!
AIL
And of his skill, as bards avow,
He taught that Ladye fair,
Till to her bidding she could bow
The viewless forms of air.
And now she sits in secret bower,
In old Lord David's western tower,
And listens to a heavy sound,
That moans the mossy turrets round.
Is it the roar of Teviot's tide,
That chafes against the scaur's red side?
Is it the wind that swings the oaks?
Is it the echo from the rocks?
What may it be, the heavy sound,
That moans old Branksome's turrets round?
AXL
At the sullen, moaning sound,
T1 ban-dngs bay and howl;
Ana, from the turrets round,
Loud whoops the startled owl.