Rosabelle

O listen, listen, ladies gay!     No haughty feat of arms I tell;     Soft is the note, and sad the lay     That mourns the lovely Rosabelle.     Moor, moor the barge, ye gallant crew!     And, gentle lady, deign to stay!     Rest thee in Castle Ravensheuch,     Nor tempt the stormy firth to-day.     The blackening wave is edged with white;     To inch and rock the sea-mews fly;     The fishers have heard the Water-Sprite,     Whose screams forebode that wreck is nigh.     Last night the gifted Seer did view     A wet shroud swathed round lady gay;     Then stay thee, Fair, in Ravensheuch;     Why cross the gloomy firth to-day?     Tis not because Lord Lindesays heir     Tonight at Roslin leads the ball,     But that my lady-mother there     Sits lonely in her castle-hall.     Tis not because the ring they ride,     And Lindesay at the ring rides well,     But that my sire the wine will chide     If tis not filld by Rosabelle.     Oer Roslin all that dreary night     A wondrous blaze was seen to gleam;     Twas broader than the watch-fires light,     And redder than the bright moonbeam.     It glared on Roslins castled rock,     It ruddied all the copse-wood glen;     Twas seen from Drydens groves of oak,     And seen from cavernd Hawthornden.     Seemd all on fire that chapel proud     Where Roslins chiefs uncoffind lie,     Each Baron, for a sable shroud,     Sheathed in his iron panoply.     Seemd all on fire within, around,     Deep sacristy and altars pale;     Shone every pillar foliage-bound,     And glimmerd all the dead mens mail.     Blazed battlement and pinnet high,     Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair     So still they blaze, when fate is nigh     The lordly line of high Saint Clair.     There are twenty of Roslins barons bold     Lie buried within that proud chapelle;     Each one the holy vault doth hold     But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!     And each Saint Clair was buried there     With candle, with book, and with knell;     But the sea-caves rung, and the wild winds sung     The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.