A parting step or two he made;
Then, as some thought had cross’d his brain,
He paused, and turn’d, and came again.
XIX.
“Hear, lady, yet, a parting word!—
It chanced in fight that my poor sword
Preserved the life of Scotland’s lord.
This ring the grateful Monarch gave,
And bade, when I had boon to crave,
To bring it back, and boldly claim