Certes, she spoke with meaning leer,

And ladies smiled her words to hear.
Yet, though the dawn of morning shone,
No lady from that night-wake gone,
Not even the queen durst sleep alone.

And scarce had Sleep, with throb and sigh,
O'er breast of snow, and moistened eye,

Outspread his shadowy canopy,
When every fervid female mind,
Or sailed with witches on the wind,

In Carlisle drank the potent wine,
Or floated on the foamy brine.

Some strove the land of thought to win,
Impelled by hope, withstood by sin;
And some with angry spirit stood
By lonely stream, or pathless wood.

And oft was heard the broken sigh,

The half-formed prayer, and smothered cry;

So much the minds of old and young

Were moved by what the minstrels sung.

What Lady Gordon did or said

Could not be learned from lady's maid, And Huntly swore and shook his head. But she and all her buskined train

Appeared not at the Wake again.

END OF NIGHT THE SECOND.

THE

QUEEN'S WAKE.

NIGHT THE THIRD.