Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

And while the Fiery Cross[166] glanced, like a meteor, round.

II.

The summer dawn’s reflected hue

To purple changed Loch Katrine blue;

Mildly and soft the western breeze

Just kiss’d the lake, just stirr’d the trees;

And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,

Trembled but dimpled not for joy;

The mountain shadows on her breast