Scott's Lady of the Lake

by Walter Scott

So did the deep and darksome pass

Devour the battle’s mingled mass:

None linger now upon the plain,

Save those who ne’er shall fight again.”

XIX.

“Now westward rolls the battle’s din,

That deep and doubling pass within.

—Minstrel, away! the work of fate

Is bearing on: its issue wait,

Where the rude Trosachs’ dread defile