Harp of the North! that moldering long hast hung On the witch-elm that shades Saint Fillan"s spring, And down the fitful breeze thy numbers flung, Till envious ivy did around thee cling, m.u.f.fling with verdant ringlet every string-- 5 O Minstrel Harp, still must thine accents sleep?
Mid rustling leaves and fountains murmuring, Still must thy sweeter sounds their silence keep, Nor bid a warrior smile, nor teach a maid to weep?
Not thus, in ancient days of Caledon, 10 Was thy voice mute amid the festal crowd, When lay of hopeless love, or glory won, Aroused the fearful, or subdued the proud.
At each according pause, was heard aloud Thine ardent symphony sublime and high! 15 Fair dames and crested chiefs attention bowed; For still the burden of thy minstrelsy Was Knighthood"s dauntless deed, and Beauty"s matchless eye.
O wake once more! how rude soe"er the hand That ventures o"er thy magic maze to stray; 20 O wake once more! though scarce my skill command Some feeble echoing of thine earlier lay; Though harsh and faint, and soon to die away, And all unworthy of thy n.o.bler strain, Yet if one heart throb higher at its sway, 25 The wizard note has not been touched in vain.
Then silent be no more! Enchantress, wake again!
I
The stag at eve had drunk his fill, Where danced the moon on Monan"s rill, And deep his midnight lair had made 30 In lone Glenartney"s hazel shade; But, when the sun his beacon red Had kindled on Benvoirlich"s head, The deep-mouthed bloodhound"s heavy bay Resounded up the rocky way, 35 And faint, from farther distance borne, Were heard the clanging hoof and horn.
II
As Chief, who hears his warder call, "To arms! the foemen storm the wall,"
The antlered monarch of the waste 40 Sprung from his heathery couch in haste.
But ere his fleet career he took, The dew-drops from his flanks he shook; Like crested leader proud and high, Tossed his beamed frontlet to the sky; 45 A moment gazed adown the dale, A moment snuffed the tainted gale, A moment listened to the cry, That thickened as the chase drew nigh; Then, as the headmost foes appeared, 50 With one brave bound the copse he cleared, And, stretching forward free and far, Sought the wild heaths of Uam-Var.
III
Yelled on the view the opening pack; Rock, glen, and cavern, paid them back; 55 To many a mingled sound at once The awakened mountain gave response.
A hundred dogs bayed deep and strong, Clattered a hundred steeds along, Their peal the merry horns rung out, 60 A hundred voices joined the shout; With hark and whoop and wild halloo, No rest Benvoirlich"s echoes knew.
Far from the tumult fled the roe; Close in her covert cowered the doe; 65 The falcon, from her cairn on high, Cast on the rout a wondering eye, Till far beyond her piercing ken The hurricane had swept the glen.
Faint, and more faint, its failing din 70 Returned from cavern, cliff, and linn, And silence settled, wide and still, On the lone wood and mighty hill.
IV
Less loud the sounds of silvan war Disturbed the heights of Uam-Var, 75 And roused the cavern, where, "tis told, A giant made his den of old; For ere that steep ascent was won, High in his pathway hung the sun, And many a gallant, stayed perforce, 80 Was fain to breathe his faltering horse, And of the trackers of the deer, Scarce half the lessening pack was near; So shrewdly on the mountain side, Had the bold burst their mettle tried. 85
V
The n.o.ble stag was pausing now Upon the mountain"s southern brow, Where broad extended, far beneath, The varied realms of fair Menteith.
With anxious eye he wandered o"er 90 Mountain and meadow, moss and moor, And pondered refuge from his toil, By far Lochard or Aberfoyle.
But nearer was the copsewood grey, That waved and wept on Loch-Achray, 95 And mingled with the pine-trees blue On the bold cliffs of Benvenue.
Fresh vigor with the hope returned, With flying foot the heath he spurned, Held westward with unwearied race, 100 And left behind the panting chase.
VI
"Twere long to tell what steeds gave o"er, As swept the hunt through Cambusmore; What reins were tightened in despair, When rose Benledi"s ridge in air; 105 Who flagged upon Bochastle"s heath, Who shunned to stem the flooded Teith-- For twice that day, from sh.o.r.e to sh.o.r.e, The gallant stag swam stoutly o"er.
Few were the stragglers, following far, 110 That reached the lake of Vennachar; And when the Brigg of Turk was won, The headmost horseman rode alone.
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Alone, but with unbated zeal, That horseman plied the scourge and steel; 115 For jaded now, and spent with toil, Embossed with foam, and dark with soil, While every gasp with sobs he drew, The laboring stag strained full in view.
Two dogs of black Saint Hubert"s breed, 120 Unmatched for courage, breath, and speed, Fast on his flying traces came, And all but won that desperate game; For, scarce a spear"s length from his haunch, Vindictive, toiled the bloodhounds stanch; 125 Nor nearer might the dogs attain, Nor farther might the quarry strain.
Thus up the margin of the lake, Between the precipice and brake, O"er stock and rock their race they take. 130
VIII
The Hunter marked that mountain high, The lone lake"s western boundary, And deemed the stag must turn to bay, Where that huge rampart barred the way; Already glorying in the prize, 135 Measured his antlers with his eyes; For the death-wound and the death-halloo, Mustered his breath, his whinyard drew-- But thundering as he came prepared, With ready arm and weapon bared, 140 The wily quarry shunned the shock, And turned him from the opposing rock; Then, dashing down a darksome glen, Soon lost to hound and Hunter"s ken, In the deep Trossachs" wildest nook 145 His solitary refuge took.
There, while close couched, the thicket shed Cold dews and wild-flowers on his head, He heard the baffled dogs in vain Rave through the hollow pa.s.s amain, 150 Chiding the rocks that yelled again.
IX
Close on the hounds the Hunter came, To cheer them on the vanished game; But, stumbling in the rugged dell, The gallant horse exhausted fell. 155 The impatient rider strove in vain To rouse him with the spur and rein, For the good steed, his labors o"er, Stretched his stiff limbs, to rise no more; Then, touched with pity and remorse, 160 He sorrowed o"er the expiring horse.
"I little thought, when first thy rein I slacked upon the banks of Seine, That Highland eagle e"er should feed On thy fleet limbs, my matchless steed! 165 Woe worth the chase, woe worth the day, That costs thy life, my gallant gray!"
X
Then through the dell his horn resounds, From vain pursuit to call the hounds.
Back limped, with slow and crippled pace, 170 The sulky leaders of the chase; Close to their master"s side they pressed, With drooping tail and humbled crest; But still the dingle"s hollow throat Prolonged the swelling bugle-note. 175 The owlets started from their dream, The eagles answered with their scream, Round and around the sounds were cast, Till echo seemed an answering blast; And on the Hunter hied his way, 180 To join some comrades of the day; Yet often paused, so strange the road, So wondrous were the scenes it showed.
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The western waves of ebbing day Rolled o"er the glen their level way; 185 Each purple peak, each flinty spire, Was bathed in floods of living fire.
But not a setting beam could glow Within the dark ravines below, Where twined the path in shadow hid, 190 Round many a rocky pyramid, Shooting abruptly from the dell Its thunder-splintered pinnacle; Round many an insulated ma.s.s, The native bulwarks of the pa.s.s, 195 Huge as the tower which builders vain Presumptuous piled on Shinar"s plain.
The rocky summits, split and rent, Formed turret, dome, or battlement, Or seemed fantastically set 200 With cupola or minaret, Wild crests as paG.o.d ever decked, Or mosque of Eastern architect.
Nor were these earth-born castles bare, Nor lacked they many a banner fair; 205 For, from their shivered brows displayed, Far o"er the unfathomable glade, All twinkling with the dewdrops sheen, The brier-rose fell in streamers green, And creeping shrubs, of thousand dyes, 210 Waved in the west-wind"s summer sighs.
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Boon nature scattered, free and wild, Each plant or flower, the mountain"s child.
Here eglantine embalmed the air, Hawthorn and hazel mingled there; 215 The primrose pale and violet flower, Found in each cliff a narrow bower; Fox-glove and night-shade, side by side, Emblems of punishment and pride, Grouped their dark hues with every stain 220 The weather-beaten crags retain.
With boughs that quaked at every breath, Grey birch and aspen wept beneath; Aloft, the ash and warrior oak Cast anchor in the rifted rock; 225 And, higher yet, the pine-tree hung His shattered trunk, and frequent flung, Where seemed the cliffs to meet on high, His bows athwart the narrowed sky.
Highest of all, where white peaks glanced, 230 Where glist"ning streamers waved and danced, The wanderer"s eye could barely view The summer heaven"s delicious blue; So wondrous wild, the whole might seem The scenery of a fairy dream. 235
XIII
Onward, amid the copse "gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim As served the wild duck"s brood to swim.
Lost for a s.p.a.ce, through thickets veering, 240 But broader when again appearing, Tall rocks and tufted knolls their face Could on the dark-blue mirror trace; And farther as the Hunter strayed, Still broader sweep its channels made. 245 The s.h.a.ggy mounds no longer stood, Emerging from entangled wood, But, wave-encircled, seemed to float, Like castle girdled with its moat; Yet broader floods extending still 250 Divide them from their parent hill, Till each, retiring, claims to be An islet in an inland sea.
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And now, to issue from the glen, No pathway meets the wanderer"s ken, 255 Unless he climb, with footing nice, A far projecting precipice.
The broom"s tough roots his ladder made, The hazel saplings lent their aid; And thus an airy point he won, 260 Where, gleaming with the setting sun, One burnished sheet of living gold, Loch Katrine lay beneath him rolled, In all her length far winding lay, With promontory, creek, and bay, 265 And island that, empurpled bright, Floated amid the livelier light, And mountains, that like giants stand, To sentinel enchanted land.