Cuộc hành hương của chàng hiệp sĩ Childe Harolds - Khúc thứ ba (26) Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (26)

Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage - Canto III (26)

And wild and high the `Cameron’s gathering’ rose!
The war-note of Lochiel, which Albyn’s hills
Have heard, and heard, too, have her Saxon foes: --
How in the noon of night that pibroch thrills,
Savage and shrill! But with the breath which fills
Their mountain-pipe, so fill the mountaineers
With the fierce native daring which instils
The stirring memory of a thousand years,
And Evan’s, Donald’s fame rings in each clansman’s ears!