X.

At length up that wild dale they wind, Where Crichtoun Castle crowns the bank; For there the Lion’s care assigned A lodging meet for Marmion’s rank. That castle rises on the steep Of the green vale of Tyne: And far beneath, where slow they creep, From pool to eddy, dark and deep, Where alders moist, and willows weep, You hear her streams repine. The towers in different ages rose; Their various architecture shows The builders’ various hands: A mighty mass, that could oppose, When deadliest hatred fired its foes, The vengeful Douglas bands.