Ossian Collection > Fingal

40 FINGAL. CA
That falls upon the soldier's grave,
From beauty's cheek of faded bloom.
Oh dear-bought glory of the brave,
Canst thou illumine sorrow's gloom ?
With all thy brightness canst thou cheer
The fond young heart left lone and drear ?
Cease lovely Oithona — oh cease —
Daughter of Nerthrul weep no more ;
Thy valiant Ronnar rests in peace,
His dangers and his toils are o'er :
Had'st thou, indeed, beheld the strife
When Ronnar fought for fame — for life —
For love — for Oithona ; thy tear
Then might have staid the deathful spear.
But now sweet Oithona, why weep ?
Would'st thou disturb thy Ronnar's sleep ?
Oh cease thee Oithona : how oft
Hast thou, upon that manly breast,