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OAEEAIG-THUEA. 41
He leaned against his love's grey stone ;
Biim-bheul was alive in his thoughts. 135
Quite distinctly he saw the maiden
In the still glen ; fair was her shade ;
But the semblance, like mist, departed,
The sunbeam went off from the field,
Her shade-form shall be seen no more." 140
" I am sitting at a cold well,
On the top of the hill in wind ;
One tree is sounding in the blast ;
Dark waves are in flight on the heath,
A storm is on the lake beyond ; 145
From the hill deer come to the plain ;
Not seen is the slow-stepping hunter ;
There is peace in the lonely glen.
Sad my sigh, but sadder my thoughts.
Could I see my love on the hill, 150
Straying on the path in the heath,
With her locks afloat on the wind,
With her white bosom rising high,
With her blue eye full for her friends,
Concealed by the mist of the rocks — 155
I would clasp thee, love, to my breast,
And take thee to thy father's home.
" Is it she I see distant far,
Like a gleam on the heather hill I
Like the moon of autumn when full ; 160
Like the sun, mild in summer storms?
Wilt thou come, maid of lovely locks,
Over rocks and hills to my side ?
Thy voice is faint, daughter of chiefs,