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ii2 F I N A N AND L O R M A:
The fovil of the aged was fad. The burfl: of his grief ftill a-
rofe. We remain filent in our place, like ghofls when the
^vinds are calm ; like a ftreani of ice when it fleeps between two
banks of fnow, and lliews to the pale moon its glittering beard.
But who comes, wandering, wild on the mountains, like the
roe that hath loft his companion among the woody ftreams. His
yellow hair wanders on the dark breath of winds. Unequal are
his fteps. Frequent the burft of his grief: the figh of his brcaft
is mournful. It is like the voice of a blaft: in a cave, when the
waves, before it, tofs chemfelves in a ftorm. — It is Uran, the ben-
der of the bow; the love of thy youth, O Lorma! He had come
to Dunalva in the night of ftorms : but the halls were filent and
dark. Two blue ftars had ufed to flrine there. But now he faw
them not ; fet were the eyes of Lorma.
" Lorma, where dofl thou reft ? My love, where are thy {lum-
bers ? Has the night feized thee in the lonely chafe ; has darknefs
hid thy fteps in the defart ? Daughter of the bow, where doft thou
reft ? O that I knew thy place ; then fliould I hafte to find thee I
Doft thou fleep at the foot of a gray rock ; is thy bed of mofs on
the bank of ftreams? Ah me! if it is, the breafts of my love
will be wet: they will be wet, and the night is cold. — It is cold :
but peaceful be thy reft, dweller of the foul of Uran; let thy dreams
of me be lovely. —
— " Disturb her not, ye fpirits of the night on your blafts ;
ruffle not her hair, ye winds ; blow not away that fmile on the lips
pf my love. — My love is calm in the midft of ftorms ; for the
thoughts of her foul in the feafon of reft is Uran. — Glide finoothly
by her, ye ftreams of the valley of roes : fkip quietly, ye dun fons
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