Tuesday, December 28, 2004

Poem by Sir Walter Scott

"Lo, Warrior! now, the Cross of Red
Points to the grave of the mighty dead;
Within it burns a wondrous light,
To chase the spirits that love the night:
That lamp shall burn unquenchably,
Until the eternal doom shall be.''—
Slowly moved the Monk to the broad flagstone,
Which the bloody Cross was traced upon:
He pointed to a secret nook;
An iron bar the Warrior took;
And the Monk made a sign with his wither'd hand,
The grave's huge portal to expand.”

Excerpted from The Lay of the Last Minstrel [1805], “Canto II, Stanza XVII”
by Sir Walter Scott, Esq.