Chapter 103 No.103

Their Chief, with step reluctant, still

Was lingering on the craggy hill,

Hard by where turned apart the road

690 To Douglas's obscure abode.

It was but with that dawning morn,

That Roderick Dhu had proudly sworn

To drown his love in war's wild roar,

Nor think of Ellen Douglas more;

695 But he who stems a stream with sand,