And tryst at the Scar with the evening star—
So shall I prove thy love to me."
He mounted his charger, and gallop'd away
By down and valley and cove and bay:
He chaunted a song as he cantered along
By the dismal coast at close of day.
The wind blew fresh and the foam ran high;
Naught he heard but the seamew's cry,
Till he came to the cave by the crisping wave
Where the billow lies calm and the breezes die.