midnight
No word of mercy or quarter heard ; With a breast-wound deep as his heart he lies , A look of scorn -- Sir Peregrine dies . Behind the crumbling walls of Eaglestein , The tomb of the old Yerls may still be seen , And there long mouldering lay close side by side , Sir Peregrine the bold and his fair bride ; Their ashes scattered now and blown away , As thine and mine will be some coming day . This world is surely an enchanted theme , A thing of seims and shows -- a wild fantastic dream . The tower-bell has sounded the midnight hour , Old Night has unfolded her sable pall , Darkness o'er hamlet , darkness o'er hall , Loud screams the raven on Allerley Tower ; -LSB- A -RSB- A glimmering gleam from yon casement high Is all that is seen by the passer-by . -LSB- Footnote A : In Ayrshire , as I have heard , but I know of no trace of the family . The old distich may be traced to some other county : `` The Allerley oak stands high , abune trees ; When the raven croaks there , an Allerley dees . '' Such rhymes have generally something to rest upon , but I can not associate this with any county , far less a family . -RSB-