A chieftain's daughter seem'd the maid; Her satin snood,[47] her silken plaid,[48] Her golden brooch such birth betray'd. And seldom was a snood amid Such wild luxuriant ringlets hid, Whose glossy black to shame might bring The plumage of the raven's wing; And seldom o'er a breast so fair Mantled a plaid with modest care, And never brooch the folds combined Above a heart more good and kind. Her kindness and her worth to spy, You need but gaze on Ellen's eye; Not Katrine, in her mirror blue, Gives back the shaggy banks more true, Than every freeborn glance confess'd The guileless movements of her breast; Whether joy danced in her dark eye, Or woe or pity claim'd a sigh, Or filial love was glowing there, Or meek devotion pour'd a prayer, Or tale of injury call'd forth The indignant spirit of the North. One only passion unreveal'd, With maiden pride the maid conceal'd, Yet not less purely felt the flame;-- Oh! need I tell that passion's name? [47] A band used by Scottish maidens to bind the hair. [48] (_Plāyed._) Several yards' length of usually checkered woolen cloth called "tartan," which the Scottish Highlanders of both sexes wound about their bodies, and which formed a characteristic feature of their national costume. XX. Impatient of the silent horn, Now on the gale her voice was borne:-- "Father!" she cried; the rocks around Loved to prolong the gentle sound. A while she paused, no answer came,-- "Malcolm, was thine the blast?" the name Less resolutely utter'd fell, The echoes could not catch the swell. "A stranger I," the Huntsman said, Advancing from the hazel shade. The maid, alarm'd, with hasty oar, Push'd her light shallop[49] from the shore, And when a space was gain'd between, Closer she drew her bosom's screen; (So forth the startled swan would swing, So turn to prune[50] his ruffled wing.) Then safe, though flutter'd and amazed, She paused, and on the stranger gazed. Not his the form, nor his the eye, That youthful maidens wont to fly. [49] Boat. [50] Trim or arrange. XXI.