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fhe is not : for I faw her ghofl, falling on the low-fkirted mifl,
that hung on the beams of the moon ; when they glittered, through
the thin Ihower, on the fmooth face of the deep. I faw my love,
but her face was pale. The briny drops were trickling down her
yellow locks, as if from ocean's bofom flie had rofe. The dark
courfe of the tears was on her cheek, like the marks of ftrcams of
old, when their floods overflowed the vale. I knew the form of
Crimora. I guefled the fate of my love. I raifed my voice, and
invited her to my lonely rock. But the virgin-ghofts of Morven
raifed the faint fong around the maid. It was like the dying fall
of the breeze in the evening of autumn ; when fliadows flowly
grow in Cona's vale, and foft founds travel, through fecret ftreams,
in the gale of reeds. The liftening waves, bending forward, fl:ood
fliill, and the fcreaming fea-fowl were quiet, while the tender air
continued.
" Come," they faid, " Crimora *, to Morven ; come to the hills
of woods J whei-e Sulmalda, the beauteous love of Trenmor, bends
the airy bow, and purfues the half-viewlefs deer of the clouds.
Come, Crimora, and forget thy grief in the land of our joy."
She followed; but left me a pitying look, and I thought I heard
her figh. It was like the difl;ant wave on the lonely fliore, when
the mariner hears its moan from the mouth of his cave, and fears
tlie coming fl:orm. Still I lifl.ened ; but the foft mufic ceafed : the
fair vifion vaniflied. It vanilhed like the hunter's dream of love,
when the found of the horn, on the heath, awakes him. I cried ;
but they heard me not. They left me to mourn on my folitary
vock ; like the dove which his mate hath forfaken. — Since that
time,
* CrPmora, " large, or generous heart." Sul-malda, " milJ-looking eye."