Just as the minstrel sounds were stayed,
A stranger climbed the steepy glade;
375 His martial step, his stately mien,
His hunting suit of Lincoln green,
His eagle glance, remembrance claims-
'Tis Snowdoun's Knight, 'tis James Fitz-James.
Ellen beheld as in a dream,
380 Then, starting, scarce suppressed a scream
"Oh, stranger
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