Ossian Collection > Fingal, an ancient epic poem

2T4 CARRICTHURA,
bright form lafted not-: the fun-beam fled from
the field, and fhe was feen no more. Hear the
fong of Shilric, it is foft but fad.
I SIT by the moffy fountain ; on the top of
the hill of winds. One tree is rulTling above
me. Dark waves roll over the heath. The
lake is troubled below. The deer defcend from
the hill. No hunter at a diftance is feen ; no
whirling cow-herd is nigh. It is mid-day: but
all is filent. Sad are my thoughts alone. Didd
ihou but appear, O my love, a wanderer on the
heath ! thy hair floating on the wind behind
thee ; thy bofom heaving on the fight ; thine
eyes full of tears for thy friends, whom the mifl
of the hill had concealed ! Thee 1 would com-
fort, my love, and bring thee to thy father's
hcufe.
But is it fhe tliat there appears, like a beam
of light on the heath? bright as the moon in
autumn, as the fun in a fummer-ftorm, comeft
thou, lovely maid,* over rocks, over mountaiir*
to me : She fpeaks : but hov/ weak her
voice ! like the breez-e in the reeds of the
pool.
Returnest tliou fafe from the war? Where
are thy friends, my love ? I heard of thy death
en the hill ; I heard and mourned thee, Shilric I
between good and bad fpirlts, was, that the formet
appeared fometimes in the day-time in lonely unfre-
quented places, but the latter never but by night,
and in a difmal gloomy fcene.
Yes,