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miscellaneous poems.
The moon looks out on lake and lea,
And o'er that gloomy tower;—
Lady, arise, no longer weep,
Propitious is the hour.
And o'er that gloomy tower;—
Lady, arise, no longer weep,
Propitious is the hour.
I see a noble manly form
A shallop lightly skim,
And now it touches on the shore—
Brave Douglas, it is him.
A shallop lightly skim,
And now it touches on the shore—
Brave Douglas, it is him.
The turret door is quickly won,
The warder he doth sleep,
And other hands now hold the key,
And ope that dismal keep.
The warder he doth sleep,
And other hands now hold the key,
And ope that dismal keep.
Queen Mary on the threshold stands,
One startled look she cast
Upon the tower; her utter'd thought
"Heaven grant it be the last!"
One startled look she cast
Upon the tower; her utter'd thought
"Heaven grant it be the last!"
She turned, and with gentle tone,
"Brave Douglas, in my need,
Thou hast preserved a wretched one,
Heaven's blessing on the deed.
"Brave Douglas, in my need,
Thou hast preserved a wretched one,
Heaven's blessing on the deed.
