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A P O E M. 49
Vinvela come in her beauty, like the fhowery
bow, when it {hews its lovely head on the
lake, and the fetting ftin is bright. Sfte comes,
O Hngal ! her voice is foft but fad.
Vinvela.
My love is a Ton of the hill. He purfues
the flying deer. His grey dogs are panting
around him ; his bow-ftring founds in the
wind. Doll: thou reft by the fount of the
rock, or by the noife of the mountain- ftream ?
the rufhes are nodding to the wind, the mift
flies over the hill. I will approach my love
unfeen ; I will behold him from the rock.
Lovely I faw thee firft by the aged oak of
Branno * ; thou wert returning tall from the
chafe ; the faireft among thy friends.
Shilric.
What voice is that I hear ? that voice like
the fummer-wind ! I fit not by the nodding
rufhes ! I hear not the fount of the rock.
Afar, Vinvela f , afar, I go to the wars of Fin-
gal. My dogs attend me no more. No more
* Bran, or Branno, fignifies a mountain-fream : it is
here fome river known by that name, in the clays of Ofiian.
There are feveral fmall rivers in the north of Scotland
ftill retaining the name of Bran ; in particular one which
falls into the Tay at Dunkeld.
f Bhin bheul, a woman iv'ith a melodious voice. Bh in
the Galic language has the fame found with the v in
Englifh.
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