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Seemed all on fire within, around,
Deep vaulted crypt and altar's pale;
Shone every pillar foliage-bound,
And glimmered all the dead-men's mail.
Deep vaulted crypt and altar's pale;
Shone every pillar foliage-bound,
And glimmered all the dead-men's mail.
Blazed battlement and pinnet high,
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair—
So still they blaze when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high St Clair.
Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair—
So still they blaze when fate is nigh
The lordly line of high St Clair.
There are twenty of Roslin's barons bold
Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
Each one the holy vault doth hold—
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
Lie buried within that proud chapelle;
Each one the holy vault doth hold—
But the sea holds lovely Rosabelle!
And each St Clair was buried there,
With candle, with book, and with knell;
But the Kelpy[1] rung, and the Mermaid sung,
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
With candle, with book, and with knell;
But the Kelpy[1] rung, and the Mermaid sung,
The dirge of lovely Rosabelle.
- ↑ Kelpy, the Water Demon.
