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 ****** 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 ****** 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.
