Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

Meet signal for their revelry.”—

XXIV.

“Hush thee, poor maiden, and be still!”—

“Oh! thou look’st kindly, and I will.—

Mine eye has dried and wasted been,

But still it loves the Lincoln green;

And, though mine ear is all unstrung,

Still, still it loves the Lowland tongue.

“For oh my sweet William was forester true,