She took up one of the lutes (which with other musical instruments decorated the apartments of the luxurious De Valence), and touching it with exquisite delicacy, breathed the most pathetic air her memory could dictate.
"If on the heath she moved, her breast was whiter than the down of Cana; If on the sea-beat shore, than the foam of the rolling ocean.
Her eyes were two stars of light.

Her face was Heaven's bow in showers; Her dark hair flowed around it, like the streaming clouds, Thou wert the dweller of souls, white-handed Strinadona!" Wallace rose from his chair, which had been placed near her.

She had deigned that these tender words of the bard of Morven should suggest to her hearer the observation of her own resembling beauties.

But he saw in them only the lovely dweller of his own soul; and walking toward a window, stood there with his eyes fixed on the descending sun.

"So hath set all my joys.