And if before the closing measure,

I yield thee not the promised pleasure, Then must I from my patrons sever, And give my darlings up for ever.

END OF BOOK FIFTH.

QUEEN HYNDE.

BOOK SIXTH.

QUEEN HYNDE.

BOOK SIXTH.

No Muse was ever invoked by me,

But an uncouth Harp of olden key;
And with her have I ranged the Border green,
The Grampians stern, and the starry sheen;
With my grey plaid flapping around the strings,
And ragged coat, with its waving wings;
Yet aye my heart beat light and high

When an air of heaven, in passing by,

Breathed on the mellow chords; and then
I knew it was no earthly strain,

But note of wild mysterious kind,

From some blest land of unbodied mind.

But whence it flew, or whether it came

From the sounding rock, or the solar beam,