In halls, in gay attire is seen; In hamlets, dances on the green. Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, For love is heaven, and heaven is love. 111. So thought Lord Cranstoun, as I ween, And scarce his helmet could he don, A stately knight came pricking on. He seem'd in such a weary plight, As if he had ridden the livelong night; IV. But no whit weary did he seem, When, dancing in the sunny beam, He mark'd the crane on the Baron's crest;1 Few were the words, and stern and high, 1 The crest of the Cranstouns, in allusion to their name, is a crane dormant, holding a stone in his foot, with an emphatic Border motto, Thou shalt want ere I want. That mark'd the foemen's feudal hate; V. In rapid round the Baron bent; He sigh'd a sigh, and pray'd a prayer; But he stoop'd his head, and couch'd his spear, The meeting of these champions proud VI. Stern was the dint the Borderer lent! The stately Baron backwards bent; And his plumes went scattering on the gale; Into a thousand flinders flew. But Cranstoun's lance, of more avail, Pierced through, like silk, the Borderer's mail; Through shield, and jack, and acton, past, Deep in his bosom broke at last.- VII. But when he rein'd his courser round, Lie senseless as the bloody clay, For the kinsman of the maid he loved. VIII. Away in speed Lord Cranstoun rode; The dwarf espied the mighty Book! Like a book-bosom'd priest should ride:' IX. The iron band, the iron clasp, 1" At Unthank, two miles N. E. from the church (of Ewes) there are the ruins of a chapel for divine service, in time of Popery. There is a tradition, that friars were wont to come from Melrose, or Jedburgh, to baptize and marry in this parish; and from being in use to carry the mass-book in their bosoms, they were called by the inhabitants Book-abosomes. There is a man yet alive, who knew old men who had been baptized by these Book-a-bosomes, and who says one of them, called Hair, used this parish for a very long time."-Account of Parish of Ewes, apud Macfarlane's MSS. 2 Magical delusion. A nut-shell seem a gilded barge, A sheeling1 seem a palace large, And youth seem age, and age seem youth— X. He had not read another spell, So fierce, it stretch'd him on the plain, The clasps, though smear'd with Christian gore, Shut faster than they were before. He hid it underneath his cloak. Now, if you ask who gave the stroke, I cannot tell, so mot I thrive; It was not given by man alive.3 XI. Unwillingly himself he address'd, 1 A shepherd's hut. 2 See Appendix, Note U. 3 Ib. Note V |