"Dalgetty," "Duncan," "Lord Monteith," and "Ranald," met my view—
The hapless "Children of the Mist," and bold "Mhich-Connel-Dhu!"
On swept "Bois Guilbert"—"Front de Boeuf"—"De Bracy's" plume of woe;
And "Coeur de Lion's" crest shone near the valiant "Ivanhoe;"
While soft as glides a summer cloud "Rowena" closer drew,
With beautiful "Rebecca"—peerless daughter of the Jew!
Still onward like the gathering night advanced that funeral train—
Like billows when the tempest sweeps across the shadowy main;
Where'er the eager gaze might reach, in noble ranks were seen,
Dark plume, and glittering mail and crest, and woman's beauteous mien!