owy plume
And hand of blood, and brow of gloom, 670
Be thy heart bold, thy weapon strong,
And wreak poor Blanche of Devan's wrong!--
They watch for thee by pass and fell....
Avoid the path.... O God!... farewell."

XXVIII

A kindly heart had brave Fitz-James; 675
Fast poured his eyes at pity's claims,
And now, with mingled grief and ire,
He saw the murdered maid expire.
"God, in my need, be my relief,
As I wreak this on yonder Chief!" 680
A lock from Blanche's tresses fair
He blended with her bridegroom's hair;
The mingled braid in blood he dyed.
And placed it on his bonnet-side:
"By Him whose word is truth! I swear 685
No other favor will I wear,
Till this sad token I imbrue
In the best blood of Roderick Dhu!
--But hark! what means yon faint halloo?
The chase is up--but they shall know, 690
The stag at bay's a dangerous foe."
Barred from the known but guarded way,
Through copse and cliffs Fitz-James must stray,
And oft must change his desperate track,
By stream and precipice turned back. 695
Heartless, fatigued, and faint, at length,
From lack of food and loss of strength,
He couched him in a thicket hoar,
And thought his toils and perils o'er:
"Of all my rash adventures past, 700
This frantic feat must prove the last!
Who e'er so mad but might have guessed,
That all this Highland hornet's nest
Would muster up in swarms so soon
As e'er they heard of bands at Doune? 705
Like bloodhounds now they search me out--
Hark, to the whistle and the shout!--
If further through the wilds I go,
I only fall upon the foe.
I'll couch me here till evening gray, 710
Then darkling try my dangerous way."

XXIX

The shades of eve come slowly down,
The woods are wrapped in deeper brown,
The owl awakens from her dell,
The fox is heard upon the fell; 715
Enough remains of glimmering light
To guide the wanderer's steps aright,
Yet not enough from far to show
His figure to the watchful foe.
With cautious step, and ear awake, 720
He climbs the crag and threads the brake;
And not the summer solstice, there,
Tempered the mid