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i62 GAUL:
She wentf ; but no fhip meets her on the deep. It was but a
cloud low-faiHng on its wave ; the bark of fome mariner's ghoft,
purfuing the fport of his former days.
The fkifFof Evirchoma flies before the wind. Ifrona's bay re-
ceives it through night, where lonely waves roll themfelves beneath
the gloom of hanging woods. The thin moon glides from cloud
to cloud. Its courfe, through trees, is on the edge of the hill.
The flars, at times, glance through their parted mill, and hide
themfelves again under their vapoury veil. With the faint light,
Evirchoma beholds the beauty of her child. " Thoxi art lovely in
the dreams of thy reft." — Over him flie bends a while in fighs ; and
then leaves him in the womb of her fl^iff. " Reft in peace, my
child ; I feek thy father along this winding beach."
Thrice flie leaves him, and thrice flie quick returns. She is
like the dove that leaves in the cleft of Ulla's rock her young, when
flie wanders, over the plain, in fearch of food. She fees tlie dark
berry on the heath below her ; but the thought of the hawk comes
acrofs her foul, and Ihe oft returns to behold her young, before ihe
taftes it. — Thus the foul of Evirchoma is divided, like a wave
which the rock and the wind tofs, by turns, between them. — " But
what voice is that from the breaft of the breeze ? it comes from,
the tree of the lonely fliore."
" Sad," it fays, " I pine here alone ; what avails that my arm was
fo ftrong in battle ? Why does not Fingal, why does not Offian^
know,
f This expedition of Evirchoma will land. Befides, flie might not probably
not appear unnatural or extravagant, if intend to go far from the ftore at herfirft
we confuler, that, in thofe days, the wo- fetting out, as flie thought flie had feen
men frequently bore a part in the mofl: the fliip of Gaul at no great diftance.
arduous undertakings both by fea and * What