"What shall be the maiden's fate?
Who shall be the maiden's mate?"
the Mountain Spirit replies, that, amid the clouds and mist which veil the stars,—
"Ill may I read their high decree:
But no kind influence deign they shower
On Teviot's tide and Branksome's tower,
Till pride be quelled, and love be free."
I must here transcribe the following Section xviii.:
"The unearthly voices ceased,
And the heavy sound was still;