Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

A rood beyond the farthest mark;—

And still in Stirling’s royal park,

The gray-haired sires, who know the past,

To strangers point the Douglas-cast,[310]

And moralize on the decay

Of Scottish strength in modern day.

XXIV.

The vale with loud applauses rang,

The Ladies’ Rock[311] sent back the clang.

The King, with look unmoved, bestow’d