Where is the Douglas?--he is gone;

And Ellen sits on the gray stone Fast by the cave, and makes her moan, While vainly Allan's words of cheer Are poured on her unheeding ear.

'He will return--dear lady, trust!--

With joy return;--he will--he must.

Well was it time to seek afar Some refuge from impending war, When e'en Clan-Alpine's rugged swarm Are cowed by the approaching storm.

I saw their boats with many a light, Floating the livelong yesternight, Shifting like flashes darted forth By the red streamers of the north;I marked at morn how close they ride, Thick moored by the lone islet's side, Like wild ducks couching in the fen When stoops the hawk upon the glen.

Since this rude race dare not abide The peril on the mainland side, Shall not thy noble father's care Some safe retreat for thee prepare?'