Chapter 2 No.2

Saint George's banner, broad and gay,

Now faded, as the fading ray

Less bright, and less, was flung;

The evening gale had scarce the power

To wave it on the donjon tower,

So heavily it hung.

The scouts had parted on their search,

The castle gates were barred;

Above the gloomy portal arch,

Timing his footsteps to a march,

The warder kept his guard;

Low humming, as he paced along,

Some ancient Border gathering song.