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as, lirping, te half-repeats his name ; then quick would be the
fteps of his return to relieve him. But ah me ! I remember my
dream through night ; and I fear the day of thy return, O Gaul, is
over.
" The fons of Morven, methought, purfued the chafe ; but abfeht
■was the chief of Strumon. At a diftance I faw him reclined on his
fpear ; on one foot only leaned the chief. The other feemed a
column of gray mift. It varied its form to every breeze. I ap-
proached my love ; but a blaft from the defart came. He vanifh-
ed. — But dreams are the children of fear. Chief of Strumon, I
fhall again behold thee. Thou wilt lift thy fair head before me,
like the beam of the eaft', when he looks on Cromla's f haunted
heath, where fliook all night, amidfl the terror of ghofls, the weary
traveller. The fpirits of the dark retire on their deep-ruflling
blaft ; and he, glad, takes his ftafF, and purfues the reft of his
journey.
" Yes, my love,I fliall behold thee. Is not that thy fhip that climbs
the diftant wave : its fails are like the foam of the rock ; like a tree
that waves its top in fnow ? Is it thy fhip ; or is it a cloud of mift
that deceives, through the darkening lliades, my tearful eye ? — Still
it appears like the fliip of my love. — Yes, dark-bounder on the
rolling deep, it is thou. — Dufky night, hide not from my view his
fails. Thou beginneft to hide them under thy raven wings : but
I will bound, in this IkiiF, on the darkly-rolling deep ; and meet in
the folds of night my love."
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t Crcm-Jl'Ha', "hzndinghWl," or "the to it tbe ideas of awe and terror here
hill of bending." I" was probably a Drui- afcribed to it,
dical place of worQiip, which iiu^ht affix * This