And, gentle ladye, deign to stay,
Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,
Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.
"The blackening wave is edged with white:
To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;
The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite,
Whose screams for bode that wreck is nigh.
(inch, isle.)
"Last night the gifted Seer did view
A wet shroud swathed round ladye gay;