J. F. Campbell Collection > Dàn an Deirg agus Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul)

THE LAY OF DARGO. fi
Bound quickly o'er tlie crests of the waves,
To tlie lancl of tlie king wlio is in trouble ! "
25 Boisterous was the storm from the south,
As it wrestled with our white spreading sails,
When the night poured down to meet us
On the stormy sea of roaring billows.
CuAL. — " Why toss we upon the deep 1
30 Yonder is a cool islet with a winding bay,
Spreading its wings to welcome us,
As a refuge from the tempest of the night.
It is bent like a bow strung for action ;
It is calm as the bosom of my love.
35 Let us pass the night in its shelter,
A pleasant place for gentle dreams !"
The owl was heard from its rock ;
A voice of woe answered it from a cave —
" 'Tis Dargo's voice," said Cual,
40 " Whom we lost on the raging sea,
When returning from woody Lochlimi,
Every storm closely pursuing us.
The waves lifted their crests to the clouds ;
Moimtains of mist rose on the face of the deep ;
45 Stormy was the sea with its dark green billows,
Tossing to and fro from east to west —
' Thou Dargo, yonder upon the mast's high top,
Weak is the thong to which thou trustest ;
Morven shalt thou see no more for ever !
50 Thy streaming hair is tossing on the waves ;*
* Al. — "The waves hid thy corse from us."