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A POEM. 2d9
My Shilric beloved O spare !
Your sabres, in pity, restrain !
SHILRIC.
If fall I must then in the field,
Courageously fighting the foe:
High raise, O Vinvela, my grave, 110
To point out where Shilric lies low !
Grey stones with much heaped-up earth,
A long time amass'd to remain.
Shall long to futurity speak-—
And picture my memory plain, 115
When the hunter shall sit by the mound,
And dine amidst noon's scorching rays ;
*' Some warrior rests here," he will say.
And my fame shall still live in his praise.
When low in the earth I am laid 120
Beneath the fast-mouldering hill ;
With wonted affection and love,
A^invela remember me still !
VINVELA.
Thee, surely remember I will !
Thy mem'ry shall yield me content. 125
My Shilric will certainly fall,
And leave me alone to lament !
And what, O my love, shall I do.
When away thou for ever art gone ?
In silence I'll wander the heath, 13(J
And traverse these mountains at noon.
In grief I will wander abroad.
And frequently visit the place
Where sweetly thou tookest thy rest,
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