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THE LAY OF DARGO. 1 1
Dargo. — " Tossed iipoii the rolling biUows
105 From chill niglit to dayliglat I reraained ;
Thiis seven months (each one like a year)
With the tide's ebb and flow passed over nie.
My days I wore on with hnmming of songs,
Listeningto thewaves'roar andthe sea-fowls'scream;
110 And by night, 'mid the dreary converse of the ghosts,
I stole in pursuit of the birds of the shore.
Tardy in his course is this sun,
Slow-moving is the pace of the moon ;
Cual, sure 'tis no wonder
115 Each month was longer than a year to me ! —
But what mean these looks of sorrow ì
1 see your tears streaming down ;
Is it my sad tale that moves you ì
Hard, methinks, and mournful is my lot —
120 Is Crimora, my love, no more'?
I am sad, O my gentle bride,
Since I saw thee floating on the clouds,
Which encircled the lamp of night,
As she looked downw^ard through the shower
125 TJpon the tranquil face of the deep.
I saw her, but her form was changed ;
Her radiant locks were dripping with the briiie.
I knew the form of my love,"^
And the reason why she rose from the waves.
* * * *
1 30 Dost thou not pity me, O Crimora ì
* Al. — " Tracks were on her cheeks, like the chamiels of the rills
When they spread through the green hoUows of the glen. ' '
C
Dargo. — " Tossed iipoii the rolling biUows
105 From chill niglit to dayliglat I reraained ;
Thiis seven months (each one like a year)
With the tide's ebb and flow passed over nie.
My days I wore on with hnmming of songs,
Listeningto thewaves'roar andthe sea-fowls'scream;
110 And by night, 'mid the dreary converse of the ghosts,
I stole in pursuit of the birds of the shore.
Tardy in his course is this sun,
Slow-moving is the pace of the moon ;
Cual, sure 'tis no wonder
115 Each month was longer than a year to me ! —
But what mean these looks of sorrow ì
1 see your tears streaming down ;
Is it my sad tale that moves you ì
Hard, methinks, and mournful is my lot —
120 Is Crimora, my love, no more'?
I am sad, O my gentle bride,
Since I saw thee floating on the clouds,
Which encircled the lamp of night,
As she looked downw^ard through the shower
125 TJpon the tranquil face of the deep.
I saw her, but her form was changed ;
Her radiant locks were dripping with the briiie.
I knew the form of my love,"^
And the reason why she rose from the waves.
* * * *
1 30 Dost thou not pity me, O Crimora ì
* Al. — " Tracks were on her cheeks, like the chamiels of the rills
When they spread through the green hoUows of the glen. ' '
C
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| Early Gaelic Book Collections > J. F. Campbell Collection > Dàn an Deirg agus Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul) > (47) |
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| Description | Two poems, from Dr. [John] Smith's collection, entitled the Sean Dàna. Newly translated, with a revised Gaelic text, notes, and introduction, by C.S. Jerram. (There is another copy at Blair.97, DOD ID 77528263.) |
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| Shelfmark | Cam.1.g.48 |
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| Description | Volumes from a collection of 610 books rich in Highland folklore, Ossianic literature and other Celtic subjects. Many of the books annotated by John Francis Campbell of Islay, who assembled the collection. |
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| Description | Selected items from five 'Special and Named Printed Collections'. Includes books in Gaelic and other Celtic languages, works about the Gaels, their languages, literature, culture and history. |
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