ALAN BRECK
Is't you, Alan? You of the ready sword
And nimble feet, and keen, courageous eye,
Quick to affront, and yet more quick to spy
Aught that might touch your own dear absent lord!
Hero and clown! How it sets every chord
Athrill to see your feathered hat draw nigh,
And all your brave, fantastic finery!
Romance no stranger picture doth afford.
For I have met you in the House of Fear,
Have watched you cross the torrent of Glencoe
And climbed with you the rugged mountain-side.
We are old comrades, and I hold most dear
This loyal friend and yet more loyal foe
Who bore a kingly name with kingly pride.