And short and flitting energy
Glanced from the mourner’s sunken eye,
As if the sounds to warrior dear
Might rouse her Duncan from his bier.
But faded soon that borrow’d force;
Grief claim’d his right, and tears their course.
XIX.
Benledi saw the Cross of Fire,
It glanced like lightning up Strath-Ire.[202]
O’er dale and hill the summons flew,