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THE LADY OF THE LAKE.
CANTO IV.
And then shall his detested plaid,
By bush and briar in mid air staid,
Wave forth a banner fair and free,
Meet signal for their revelry."—
By bush and briar in mid air staid,
Wave forth a banner fair and free,
Meet signal for their revelry."—
XXIV.
"Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still!"—
"O! thou look'st kindly, and I will.—
Mine eye has dried and wasted been,
But still it loves the Lincoln green;
And, though mine ear is all unstrung,
Still, still it loves the lowland tongue.
"Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still!"—
"O! thou look'st kindly, and I will.—
Mine eye has dried and wasted been,
But still it loves the Lincoln green;
And, though mine ear is all unstrung,
Still, still it loves the lowland tongue.
"For O my sweet William was forester true,
He stole poor Blanche's heart away!
His coat it was all of the greenwood hue,
And so blithely he trilled the lowland lay!"
He stole poor Blanche's heart away!
His coat it was all of the greenwood hue,
And so blithely he trilled the lowland lay!"
It was not that I meant to tell . . .
But thou art wise, and guessest well."—
But thou art wise, and guessest well."—
