Fitz-James knew every wily train A lady's fickle heart to gain, But here he knew and felt them vain.

There shot no glance from Ellen's eye, To give her steadfast speech the lie;In maiden confidence she stood, Though mantled in her cheek the blood And told her love with such a sigh Of deep and hopeless agony, As death had sealed her Malcolm's doom And she sat sorrowing on his tomb.

Hope vanished from Fitz-James's eye, But not with hope fled sympathy.

He proffered to attend her side, As brother would a sister guide.

'O little know'st thou Roderick's heart!

Safer for both we go apart.

O haste thee, and from Allan learn If thou mayst trust yon wily kern.'

With hand upon his forehead laid, The conflict of his mind to shade, A parting step or two he made;Then, as some thought had crossed his brain He paused, and turned. and came again.