Chapter 107 No.107

10 Such fond conceit, half said, half sung,

Love prompted to the bridegroom's tongue.

All while he stripped the wild-rose spray,

His ax and bow beside him lay,

For on a pass 'twixt lake and wood,

15 A wakeful sentinel he stood.

Hark! on the rock a footstep rung,

And instant to his arms he sprung.

"Stand, or thou diest!-What,