Chapter 57 No.57

385 The war-pipes ceased; but lake and hill

Were busy with their echoes still;

And, when they slept, a vocal strain

Bade their hoarse chorus wake again,

While loud a hundred clansmen raise

390 Their voices in their Chieftain's praise.

Each boatman, bending to his oar,

With measured sweep the burden bore,

In such wild cadence