Sir Walter Scott (1771–1832)

From Lay of Last Minstrel

THE UNEARTHLY voices ceased,

And the heavy sound was still;

It died on the river’s breast,

And it died on the side of the hill;

But round Lord David’s tower

The sound still floated near,

For it rung in the Lady’s bower,

And it rung in the Lady’s ear;

She raised her stately head,

And her heart throbbed high with pride,—

“Your mountains shall bend,

And your streams shall ascend,

Ere Margaret be our foeman’s bride.”