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48 COM A LA :
the path of the king ! Hide his steps from mine
eyes, let me remember my friend no more. The
bands of battle arc scattered, no crowding tread
is round the noise of his steel. O Carun ! roll
thy streams of blood ; the chief of tiie people is
low.
COMALA.
Who fell on Carun's sounding banks, son of
the cloudy night ? Was he white as the snow of
Ardven ? Blooming as the bow of the shower ?
Was his hair like the mist of the hill, soft and
curling in the day of the sun ? Was he like the
thunder of heaven in battle ? Fleet as the roc
of the desert ?
HI I) ALLAN.
O that I might behold his love, fair-leaning
from her rock ! Her red eye dim in tears, her
blushing cheek half hid in her locks ! Blow, O
gentle breeze ! lift thou the heavy locks of the
mala of liis return ; lie, to revenge hiiHscll' on her for
slighting his love some time before, told her that the
king was killed in battle. He even pretended, that he
carried his body from the field to be buried in her pre-
sence ; and this circumstance makes it probable, that the
poem was presented of old.