Murders > Tragedy of Sir James the Ross

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While trembling for her lover's fate,
At distance stood the maid
Svv\ft r;in the poge o'er hill and dale;
1 ii! in .) lowly glen,
He met the furnus Sir John Graeme,
With twp ity rf hjs men.
Where goest th6u, irtepage; he said,
So late who did fh e send?
I go to raise the brave Clan Ross,
Their master to defend.
For he has slain fierce.Sonald Graeme,
His blood is on his sword‘
And far, far distant are his rnen:
Nor can assist their lord.—
And has he sljiin my brother dear?
The fyrtons chief replies;
Dishonour bia-t my name, but he
By me ere morning dies.
Say page! where is Sir Jamas the Ross?
I will thee well row id —
He sleeps int? Lord Buchan's park;
Matilda is his guard.—
They spurr'd thpir steeds, and furious flew,
Like lightening1 o'er the fea:
They reach'd Lord Buchan's lofty tow're
By dawning of the day.’
Matilda stood without ti e gate
Upon a rising ground.
And watch’d each object in the dawrv>
AU ear to every sound.