DAY set on Norham's castled steep, And Tweed's fair river, broad and deep, And Cheviot's mountains lone;The battled towers, the donjon keep, The loophole grates where captives weep, The flanking walls that round it sweep, In yellow lustre shone.The warriors on the turrets high, Moving athwart the evening sky, Seemed forms of giant height: Their armour, as it caught the rays, Flashed back again the western blaze, In lines of dazzling light.Saint George's banner, broad and gay, Now faded, as the fading rayLess bright, and less, was flung;The evening gale had scarce the powerTo 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.A distant trampling sound he hears;He looks abroad, and soon appearsO'er Horncliff Hill a plump of spears, Beneath a pennon gay;A horseman, dartin
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