For of his clan, in hall and bower,
Young Malcolm Græme was held the flower.
VII.
The Minstrel waked his harp—three times
Arose the well-known martial chimes,
And thrice their high heroic pride
In melancholy murmurs died.
“Vainly thou bidst, O noble maid,”
Clasping his wither’d hands, he said,
“Vainly thou bidst me wake the strain,