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THE SOKGS OF SELMA. 250
love ! my love ! why tormcntest thou me Nvith
fear ? hear, son of Arnart, hear : it is Daura who
calleth thee ! Erath, the traitor, fled laughing
to the land. She lifted up her voice ; she call-
ed for her brother and her father. Arindal ! Ar-
min ! none to relieve your Daura !
Her voice came over the sea. Arindal, my
son, descended from the hill ; rough in the spoils
of the chace. His arrows rattled by his side ;
his bow w as in his hand : five dark grey dogs at-
tend his steps. He saw fierce Erath on the shore :
he seized and bound him to an oak. Thick wind
the thongs t of the hide around his limbs; he
leads the wind with his groans. Arindal ascends
the deep in his boat, to bring Daura to land.
Armar came in liis wrath, and let fly the grey-
feathered shaft. It sung ; it sunk in thy heart,
O Arindal, my son ! for Erath the traitor thou
diedst. The oar is stopped at once ; he panted
on the rock, and expired. What is thy grief, O
back of the huraau voice from a rock. The vulgar were
of opinion^ that this repetition of sound was made by a
spirit within the rock ; and they, on that account, called
it V2ac talla, the son who dwells in the rock,
t The poet here only means, that Erath was bound
with leathern thongs.