It was a lodge of ample size, But strange of structure and device;Of such materials as around The workman's hand had readiest found.
Lopped of their boughs, their hoar trunks bared, And by the hatchet rudely squared, To give the walls their destined height, The sturdy oak and ash unite;While moss and clay and leaves combined To fence each crevice from the wind.
The lighter pine-trees overhead Their slender length for rafters spread, And withered heath and rushes dry Supplied a russet canopy.
Due westward, fronting to the green, A rural portico was seen, Aloft on native pillars borne, Of mountain fir with bark unshorn Where Ellen's hand had taught to twine The ivy and Idaean vine, The clematis, the favored flower Which boasts the name of virgin-bower, And every hardy plant could bear Loch Katrine's keen and searching air.
An instant in this porch she stayed, And gayly to the stranger said:
'On heaven and on thy lady call, And enter the enchanted hall!'
