That morning from the isle withdrew,
And in a deep sequester’d dell
Had sought a low and lonely cell.
By many a bard, in Celtic tongue,
Has Coir-nan-Uriskin[215] been sung;
A softer name the Saxons gave,
And called the grot the Goblin-cave.
XXVI.
It was a wild and strange retreat,
As e’er was trod by outlaw’s feet.