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A POEM. 153
He returned, but his face was dark : he had fceii
his departed friend. — It was the wall of Tura, and
the gholT: of Cuchullin ftalked there. The fighing
of his bread: was frequent ; and the decayed flame of
his eyes terrible. His fpear was a column of mill:
the frars looked dim through his form. His voice
was like hollow wind in a cave: and he told the
tale of grief The foul of Nathos was fad, like the
fun * in the day of miif, when his face is watry and
dim.
Why art thou fad, O Nathos, faid the lovely
daughter of Colla ? Thou art a pillar of light to
Darthula : the joy of her eyes is in Etha's chief.
Where is my friend f, but Nathos ? my father
reds in the tomb. Silence dv/elis on Selama : fad-
nefs fpreads on the blue Ifreams of my land. My
friends have fallen, with Cormac. The mighty
were flain in the battle of Uilin.
Evening darkened on the plain. The blue
flreams failed before mine eyes. The unfrcquent
blafccame ruftling in the tops of Selama's groves.
My feat was beneath a tree on the walls of my fa-
thers. Truthil pad: before my foul ; the brother,
of my love; he that was a blent 4: in battle againll'
the car-borne Cairbar.
Bending on his fpear, the gray-haircd Colla
came : his downcaft face is dark, and forrovv dwells
in his foul. His fword is on the fide ot' the hero:
H 5 the.
* Condi tus in nithevi^ medioque refugeril orhe ; Vw^c,.
— Thro' miits he ihoots his fullen beams,
Frugal of light, in locfe and ftraggling llreams. Br. y d .
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Hui.i. \'i. 41 I.
X The faiiiily of Colla prefeived iheir icyeilry to Cor-
mac loner afccT the death oi Cuchullin.