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friends of the dead; but close it not' till I come. My life flieth away like a dream: why. should I stay behind? Here shall I rest with my friends by the" stream of the sounding rock. When night comes on the hill; when the wind": is up on the heath ; my ghost shall stand in the windr.and mourn the death of my friends. The hunter stiall hear from his booth. He shall fear, but love my voice. For sweet shall my voice . be for my friends y for pleasant were..: they both, to me..
CAD! I am sad indeed: nor small my cause of woe! — Kirmor, thou hast lost no son; thou hast lost no daughter of beauty. Connar the valiant lives; and Annir the fairest of maids. The boughs of thy family flourish, O Kirmor! but Armyn is the last of his race.
Rise, winds of autumn, rife; blow upon the dark heath! streams of the mountains, roar! howl, ye tempests, in the trees! walk through broken clouds, O moon! mow by intervals thy pale face! bring to my mind that fad night, when all my children fell; when Arindel the mighty fell; when Daura the lovely died.
Daura, my daughter! thou wert
V fair; fair as the moon on the hills of Jura; white as the driven snow; sweet as the breathing gale. Armor renowned in war came, and sought Daura's love ; he was not long denied; fair was the hope of their friends.
Earch son of Odgal repined; for his brother was slain by Armor. He came disguised like a son of the sea: fair was his skiff on the wave; white Ills locks of age ; calm his serious brow. Fairest of women, he said, lovely daughter of Armyn! a rock not distant in the sea, bears a tree on its side; red shines the fruit afar. There Armor waiteth for Daura. I came to fetch his love. Come, fair daughter of Armyn i
She went ; and she called on Armor.
Nought answered, but the son of the
rock. Armor, my love! my love!
G 2 why
why tormentest thou me with fear? vGome, graceful son of Ardnart, come; . it is Daura who* calleth thee I— Earch
the traitor fled laughing to the land. She lifted up her voice, and cried for .her brother and her father. Arindel!
Armyn! none to relieve.your -Daura?
Her voice came over the sea. "Arindel my son descended from the hill.; .rough in the spoils ©f the chace. His arrows rattled by his'fide;'his bow was in his hand; five grey dogs attended his steps. He saw fierce Earch on the Ihore ;'be seized and bound him to an oak. Thick fly the tbongs of the hide around his limbs; he loads the wind .with. his groans.
Arindel afcends the surgy deep in V his boat, to bring Daura to the land. .Armor came in his wrath, and let fly the grey-feathered shaft. It fung; it
fsunk in thy heart, O Arindel my son! for Earch the traitor thou diedst. What 13 thy grief, O Daura, when round
-thy feet is poured thy brother's bloods
The boat is broken in twain by the - waves. Armor plunges into the sea, to > rescue his Daura or die. Sudden a blast
from the hill comes over the waves.
He sunk, and he rose no more.
Ai-one, on: the ;sea-beat rock, my • daughter was beard to-com plain. Frequent and loud were her cries; nor -<;ould her father relieve her. All night I stood on the shore. All night I . "heard her cries. "Loud was the wind; and the rain beat hard on the side of the mountain. Before morning appeared, '> 'her voice was weak. -It died away, like the evening-breeze among the grafs of the rocks. Spent with grief she expired. O lay me-soon by her fide.