Old Lethington! wert thou by Gifford rear’d With magic art, like Yester’s goblin cave,[17] What time the Night her course to morning steer’d And the owl whoop’d upon the virgin’s grave; Say, did thy master-builder Heaven brave, And with unearthly craftsmen overnight From Garvald’s quarry drag, by hook and knave, Those massy battlements ere morning’s light To strike the early swain with wonder and affright?