Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

His graceful plaid of varied hue,

And, true to promise, led the way,

By thicket green and mountain gray.

A wildering path!—they winded now

Along the precipice’s brow,

Commanding the rich scenes beneath,

The windings of the Forth and Teith,

And all the vales beneath that lie,

Till Stirling’s turrets melt in sky;

Then, sunk in copse, their farthest glance