breaft of fnow appeared. It appeared, but it was ftained with blood, for an arrow was fixed in her fide. She fell on the fallen Nathos, like a wreath of fnow. Her dark hair fpreads on his face, and their blood is mixing round. Daughter of Colla! thou art low! faid Çairbar's hundred bards ; filence is at the blue ftreams of Seláma, for Truthil's (1) race have failed. When wilt thou rife in thy beauty, firft of Erin's maids? Thy fleep is long in the tomb, and the morning distant far. The fun shall not come to thy bed, and fay, Awake (2), Dar-thula! awake thou firft of women! the wind of spring is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on the green hills, the woods wave their growing leaves. Retire, O fun, the daughter of Colla is afleep. She will not come forth in her beauty she will not move, in the fteps of her loveliness. (1) Truthil was the founder of Dar-thula's fa mily. (2) Rife up, my love, my fair one, and come away. For lo the winter is past the rain is over, and gone. The flowers appear on the earth the time of finging is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines, with the tender ⠀ grape, give a good fmell. Arife, my love, my fair one, and come away, SOLOMON'S Song, Such was the fong of the bards, when they raised the tomb. I fung, afterwards, over the grave, when the king of Morven came; when he came to green Ullin to fight with car-borne Cairbar. |