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daughter of Conmor, over the decaying flame. Thou
wert alone is her soul, car-borne chief of Atha. She
aised the voice of the song, and touched the harp
“Clun-galo” came ; she missed the maid. Where
urt thou, beam of light? Hunters from the mossy rock,
saw ye the blue-eyed fair Are her steps on grassy
Lumon; near the bed of roes Ah, me! I behold her
bow in the hall. Where art thou, beam of light !
“Cease, love of Conmor, cease ! I hear thee not on
the ridgy heath. My eye is turned to the king, whose
path is terrible in war. He for whom my soul is up,
in the season of my rest. Deep-bosomed in war he
stands; he beholds me not from his cloud. Why, sun
of Sul-malla, dost thou not look forth ? I dwell in
darkness here : wide over me flies the shadowy mist.
Filled with dew are my locks: look thou from thy
cloud, O sun of Sul-malla's soul l’
* Clun #", the wife of Conmor, king of Inis-huna, and the mother cf Sul-malla, . She is here represented as missing bes daughter, after she had fied with Cathmor.
1his book begins anout she middle of the third night from, the opening of the poem. The poet describes a kind of Inist, which rose by night sióm the Lake of Lego, and was the usual residence of the souls of the dead, during the interval between their decease and the funeral song. The appearance of the ghost of Fillan above the cave where his body lay. His voice comes to Fingal on the rock of Cormul: , The king strikes the shield of Trenmor, which was an infallible sign of his appearing in arms himself. The extraordinary effect of the sound of ise shield. Sul-malla, starting from sleep, awakes Cathmor. Their affecting discourse. She finists with him to sue for peace; he resolves to continue the war. He directs her to retire to the neighbori valley of Lona, which was the residence of an old 1)ruid, unti the battle of the next day should be over. He awakes his army with the sound of his shield. The shield described. Fonar, the bard, at the desire of Cathmor, relates the first settlement of the Fir-bolg in Ireland, under their leader Larthon. Morning comes. §. retires to the valley of Lona. A lyric song concludes the buok.
From the wood-skirted waters of Lego ascend, at times, gray-bosomed mists; when the gates of the west are closed, on the sun's eagle eye. Wide, over Lara's stream, is poured the vapor dark and deep : the moon, like a dim shield, lay swimming through its folds. With this, clothe the spirits of old their sudden gestures on the wind, when they stride, from blast to blast, along the dusky night. Often, blended with the gale, to somc warrior's grave, they roll the mist a gray dwellis g to his ghost, until the songs arise.
A sound came from the desert; it was Conar, king of Inis-sail. I le poured his mist on the grave of Fillan, at blue-winding Lubar. Dark and mournful sat the ghost, in his gray ridge of smoke. The blast, at times, rolled him together; but the form returned again. It
returned with bending eyes, and dark winding of locks
Ji was dark. The sleeping host were still in the
skirts of night. The flame decayed, on the hill of
Fingal; the king lay lonely on his shield. His eyes
were half clothed in sleep: the voice of Fillan came.
“Sleeps the husband of Clatho? Dwells the father
of the fallen in rest Am I forgot in the folds of dark.
ness; lonely in the season of night?”
“Why dost thou mix,” said the king, “with the
dreams of my father ? Can I forget thee, my son, or
thy path of fire in the field Not such come the deeds
of the valiant on the soul of Fingal. They are not
there a beam of lightning, which is seen and is then no
more. I remember thce, O Fillan' and my wrath be.
gins to rise.” -
The king took his deathful spear, and struck the
deeply-sounding shield: his shield, that hung high in
night, the dismal sign of war. ( Ghosts fled on .
side, and rolled their gathered forms on the wind.
Thrice from the winding vales arose the voice of deaths.
The harps of the bards, untouched, sound mournful
over the hill.
He struck (again the shield; battles rose in the
dreams of his host. The wide-tumbling strife is gleam.
ing over their souls. Blue-shielded kings descended to
war. Backward-looking armies sly; and mighty deeds
at: half hid in the bight gleams of steel. -
But when the thi, d sound arose, deer started from
the clefts of their rocks. The screams of fowl arc
heard in the desert, as each slew frightened on his blast.
The sons of Sclima half rose and half assumed their
spears. But silence rolled back on the host: they
knew the shield of the king. Sleep returned to their
eyes; the ficlil was dark and still. -
No sleep was thine in darkness, blue-eyed daughte: