Fast by the cave, and makes her moan;
While vainly Allan’s words of cheer
Are pour’d on her unheeding ear.—
“He will return—Dear lady, trust!—
With joy return;—he will—he must.
Well was it time to seek, afar,
Some refuge from impending war,
When e’en Clan-Alpine’s rugged swarm
Are cow’d by the approaching storm.
I saw their boats, with many a light,