In old Lord David's western tower,
And listens to a heavy sound
That moans the mossy turrets round," &c.
"From the sound of Teviot's tide
Chafing with the mountain side,
&c. &c.
The Ladye knew it well!
It was the Spirit of the Flood that spoke,
And he called on the Spirit of the Fell."
And when the River Spirit asks concerning the fair Margaret, who had mingled her tears with his stream: