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P CARRlC-THtTftAr
I tread the hill. No more from on high I Tee
thee, fair moving by the ftream of the plain g
bright as the bow of heaven - f as the moon on
the weftern wave.
VtNVELA.
Then thou art gone, O Shilric f I am alone
©n the hill I The deer are feen on the brow %
void of feat they graze along. No more they
dread the wind ; no more the ruftMng tree.
The hunter is far removed ; he is m the field
of graves. Strangers ! fons of the waves I
fpare my lovely Shilric !
Shilric.
If fall I muft in the field, raife high my
grave, Vinvela. Grey (tones, and heaped-ur>
earth, mail mark me to future times. When
the hunter mall fit by the mound 1 , and produce
his food at noon, " Some warrior reds here,"
he will fay ; and my fame (hall live in his
praife. Remember me> Vinvela, when low
on earth I lie I
Vinvela.
Yes f I will remember thee ; alas ! my
Shilric will fail f What mail I do, my love f
when thou art for ever gone ? Through thefe
hills I will go at noon : I will go through the
filent heath. There I will fee the place of
thy reft,, returning from the chafe. Alas !