And drave the sea-wolf in dismay,
Sweyn the king of Norroway?
Being guest to that great thane,
Ere his limbs on couch had lain,
Duncan sent that frozen flame
To Lady Gruach, the gracious dame.
(Clear as ice was the lady’s fame,
A flawless jewel indeed!)
Duncan the king at Colmkill sleeps,
So sound he will not turn or moan;