IV.
“Brave Gael, my pass in danger tried,
Hangs in my belt, and by my side;
Yet, sooth to tell,” the Saxon said,
“I dreamt not now to claim its aid.
When here, but three days since, I came,
Bewilder’d in pursuit of game,
All seem’d as peaceful and as still
As the mist slumbering on yon hill;
Thy dangerous Chief was then afar,
Nor soon expected back from war.
Thus said, at least, my mountain guide,
Though deep, perchance, the villain lied.”—
“Yet why a second venture try?”—
“A warrior thou, and ask me why!—
Moves our free course by such fix’d cause
As gives the poor mechanic laws?
Enough, I sought to drive away
The lazy hours of peaceful day;
Slight cause will then suffice to guide
A Knight’s free footsteps far and wide,—
A falcon flown, a greyhound stray’d,
The merry glance of mountain maid:
Or, if a path be dangerous known,
The danger’s self is lure alone.”—