Page:The white doe of Rylstone - or, The fate of the Nortons. A poem (IA whitedoeofrylsto00wordrich).pdf/36

 He also hath his own conceit: It is, thinks he, the gracious Fairy, Who loved the Shepherd Lord to meet In his wanderings solitary; Wild notes she in his hearing sang, A song of Nature’s hidden powers; That whistled like the wind, and rang Among the rocks and holly bowers. ’Twas said that she all shapes could wear; And oftentimes before him stood, Amid the trees of some thick wood, In semblance of a lady fair, And taught him signs, and shewed him sights, In Craven’s dens, on Cumbria’s heights; When under cloud of fear he lay, A shepherd clad in homely grey, Nor left him at his later day. And hence, when he, with spear and shield, Rode full of years to Flodden field,