XXV.
That summer morn had Roderick Dhu
Survey’d the skirts of Benvenue,
And sent his scouts o’er hill and heath,
To view the frontiers of Menteith.
All backward came with news of truce;
Still lay each martial Græme[210] and Bruce,[211]
In Rednock[212] courts no horsemen wait,
No banner waved on Cardross[213] gate,
On Duchray’s[214] towers no beacon shone,
Nor scared the herons from Loch Con;
All seemed at peace.—Now wot ye why
The Chieftain, with such anxious eye,
This western frontier scann’d with care?—
In Benvenue’s most darksome cleft,
A fair, though cruel, pledge was left;
For Douglas, to his promise true,
That morning from the isle withdrew,
And in a deep sequester’d dell
Had sought a low and lonely cell.
By many a bard, in Celtic tongue,
Has Coir-nan-Uriskin[215] been sung;
A softer name the Saxons gave,
And called the grot the Goblin-cave.