...In Three Days Space...

(Walter Scott "THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN")


The Baron of Smaylho'me rose with day,
He spurr'd his courser on,
Without stop or stay, down the rocky way,
That leads to Brotherstone.
                                               
The Baron return'd in three days space,
And his looks were sad and sour;
And weary was his courser's pace,
As he reach'd his rocky tower.

He lighted at the Chapellage,
He held him close and still;
And he whistled thrice for his little foot-page...