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190 D A R - T II U L A ;
* Thou beam of liti^ht ! — Around tliee brir;l!lly sliincs
* The sword of NuLhos, like heav'u's ligiiUiing clear.'
He went. — Alone upon the shore she sat
And heard the rolling of the restless wave.
Big is the tear bright-st irting from her eye,
And for the car-borne Nuthos 'round she looks.
Her trembling ^oul shakes at the coming blast,
And for his tread her list'ning o;ir she turns :
But yet no trampling of his feet is heard.
* Son of my love, where art thou ?' she exclaimVl:
* The roaring of the blast around me pours,
* And dark and gloomy is the cloudy night.
* But Nathos does not yet to me return —
* Say — chief of Etha, what can thee detain ?
' Have the dark foes advantag'd by the dusk,
* The hero met amidst the strife of night ?'
He came ag;'.in, but dark his fioc appear'd ;
For he his friend departed had beheld. —
iVas Tura's wall, and there in silence stalk'd
Cuchuliin's ghost. And frequently arose
The sighing of his breast, and of his eyes
Th' expirant flame with dreadful aspect gleam'd.
A misty column was his airy spear,
And stars dim-twinkled through his shady form.
With hollow voice, as sounds the repant wind
In Hie lone cave, he told the tale of grief. —
As, when the sun wades in the day of mist,
His i-icken'd face is wat'ry seen, and dim :
The shaded soul of Nathos sadly droop'd.
* Ah I why,' then Colla's lovely daughter said,
* Art thou, O Nathos, sad ?— A beam of light
* Thou to Dartiiula art :— On Etha's chief,