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4 CATH-LODUIXX. [Duan I.
My son's eye is on ocean's birds ;
He lone strays 'mong the hills in youth.
Give the chief of men the boar's head ;
Tell him that not small was my joy
When came the brown strength of the hills 85
On the boar's blue spear in Uthorno ;
Tell him of my deeds in the strife ;
Tell him above all how I fell."
" Not forgetful of my brave sires
Have I come myself o'er the strait ; 90
Danger's time was their time for blows ;
Helpless they were not in old age.
The evil dark shades do not close
Heavily round my youthful locks.
Chief of Cranio of rocky hills, 95
The night is mine, and mine the danger."
The king instantly stretched his steps
Over Turthor's cold roaring stream,
That sent down a deafening great sound.
Gorm-meaH's base was in grey mist, 100
The moon was on the face of rocks ;
'Mongst them was a form of bright hue —
A fair form of dark curling locks,
Lochlin's white-bosomed maid from waves.
Her footsteps were many and short, 105
Her sweet strain broke forth on the wind,
Her white arms unavailing rose ;
There was grief in her troubled soul.
" Torcultorno of the grey locks,
Are the steps of thy foot round Lula ? 110
Is thy fire-beam like embers dying