Like man by prodigy amazed,
Upon the king the abbott gazed;
Then o’er his pallid features glance
Convulsions of ecstatic trance,
And undistinguished accents broke
The awful silence ere he spoke.
“De Bruce! I rose with purpose dread
To speak my curse upon thy head,
To give thee as an outcast o’er
To him who burns to shed thy gore;