10.

What transport then on the cold reeds to lie,
That fringe, romantic Teith! thy crystal tide,
And watch the wild tints of the evening sky
That linger on the mountain's rocky side,
Where the red heath-flowers double red are dyed!
To mark the mystic trains that round him rise,
And, beckoning, through the tangled forest glide !
To"hear the inexpressive harmonies,

That seem to float on earth, and warble through the skies*." (5)

11.

Then, too, the Childe unrolls the magic store

Of old romance; unlocks the enchanted spring Whence Milton drew his choicest draughts of yore; And now Imagination dares to bring

The forms of bleeding chief and scepter'd king,

That on the self-same plains had fought and died, Where now he burns to wake the trembling string,

And feels his heart dilate with conscious pride,

That to those dauntless chiefs his spirit is allied.

These two lines are from "Psyche, or the Legend of Laye," by Mrs. Tighe,

12.

Pass we awhile the summer hours unsung,

And now the tranquil charms of autumn view! Behold the Childe in some rude cavern flung,

Weaving the heath-bell into garlands new; While the wide lake unfolds its waters blue, Slumbering beneath the sun's attemper'd ray; And all is silent, save the plaintive coo

Of the lorn dove, or, screaming for his prey, The falcon's voice remote, from lonely summit grey. (6)

13.

Or meet him wandering through thy rocky vale, Glenfinlas, where, by watchful shepherds seen, Ghosts of the mighty dead are known to sail,

And marshal shadowy troops upon the green: See him, enraptured with the lovely scene, By lone Moneira's current bend his way, Till pensive Evening sheds her light serene; And now, to watch the tints of dying day,

Reclined upon the heath his listless length he lay.

14.

Intent he gazes on the roseate dye

That lingering decks the chambers of the west; While not a voice disturbs the harmony;

The blissful calm that reigns within his breast. How still the woods! All, all is hush'd to rest : You hear the dry leaf parting from the tree. But, lo! what new enchantments are confest! Why rolls his eye in kindling ecstacy? Why starts the Childe, amazed, from his tranquillity?

15.

Is it the star of even that quits her sphere,
Descending to the darkling realms below?-
Behold on earth an angel form appear!—
Art thou the messenger of joy or woe?—
Celestial glories round the seraph glow:

But now her heavenly features are reveal'd-
Joy, joy alone from thy regards can flow,

Inhabitant of yon cerulean field!

Lowly the wondering youth in adoration kneel'd. (7)

16.

Cheering with smiles, ineffably serene,

Childe Alarique, that angel form drew near: Now on her arm an airy harp was seen,

And now her voice most ravishingly clear, Now that enchanted harp salutes his ear!Deep in his bosom thrills the magic lay, And kindling rapture vanquishes his fear, When soft he hears that heavenly Minstrel say, "Behold thy guardian power, and her behest obey!

17.

"Take this enchanted harp, and swear to keep
Inviolate the laws which I impose:

Swear never more to tempt the raging deep,
By low ambition plunged in fruitless woes,
And I will show thee whence true rapture flows!
I'll build thee palaces in woodlands wild!

Thou know'st the fragrance of the wild-brier rose ;

Thou lovest the reign of summer evening mild; And thou shalt live as best befits the Muse's child."

18.

Pass we unsung the wintry hours, and now

Behold the Childe in yon sequester'd glade : Fresh leaves are bursting forth on every bough; The scenes in morning brilliance are array'd; Even the dark ravine, and the cliff display'd,

Where gleams the orient sun on Ben Venue; The woodlark carols clear in flowery shade; The blue lake glances fair the copsewood

through,

And all is bright again and Paradise to view.

9.

Behold him listening to the legends hoar
Some venerable seer or shepherd tells;
While, seated on Loch Katrine's wooded shore,
The landscape's fair expanse before him swells;
Or in the rocky mountain's mystic dells,

Where Superstition holds her ancient reign,
And many a dreaded ghost and ourisk dwells,
Delighted watch the visionary train

Of images that float on his creative brain.