第189章 XXIII.

Ellen the while, with bursting heart, Remained in lordly bower apart, Where played, with many-coloured gleams, Through storied pane the rising beams.

In vain on gilded roof they fall, And lightened up a tapestried wall, And for her use a menial train A rich collation spread in vain.

The banquet proud, the chamber gay, Scarce drew one curious glance astray;Or if she looked, 't was but to say, With better omen dawned the day In that lone isle, where waved on high The dun-deer's hide for canopy;Where oft her noble father shared The simple meal her care prepared, While Lufra, crouching by her side, Her station claimed with jealous pride, And Doug]as, bent on woodland game, Spoke of the chase to Malcolm Graeme, Whose answer, oft at random made, The wandering of his thoughts betrayed.

Those who such simple joys have known Are taught to prize them when they 're gone.

But sudden, see, she lifts her head;

The window seeks with cautious tread.

What distant music has the power To win her in this woful hour?

'T was from a turret that o'erhung Her latticed bower, the strain was sung.