And now behold it here;
And ever that blood is in my eye,
And ever that voice in mine ear!’
‘Now, thou palmer gray, now turn thee, I pray,
And let me look in thine eye.
Alas! it burns bright with a fearful light—
Like guilt about to die.
‘That stone is old, and o’er it has rolled
The tempest of many years;
But fiercer rage than of tempest or age