Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

Wave o’er the cloud of Saxon war,

That up the lake comes winding far!

To hero bound for battle strife,

Or bard of martial lay,

’Twere worth ten years of peaceful life,

One glance at their array!”

XVI.

“Their light arm’d archers far and near

Survey’d the tangled ground;

Their center ranks, with pike and spear,