Three Nights

(Walter Scott "THE EVE OF SAINT JOHN")

'My lady each night sought the lonely light
That burns on the wild Watchfold;
To the eiry Beacon Hill.
'I watch'd her steps, and silent came
Where she sat her on a stone;
No watchman stood by the dreary flame,
It burned all alone.

'The second night I kept her in sight
Till to the fire she came,
And, by Mary's might! an armed Knight
Stood by the lonely flame.
'And many a word that warlike lord
Did speak to my lady there;

'The third night there the sky was fair,
And the mountain-blast was still,
As again I watch'd the secret pair
On the lonesome Beacon Hill.