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122 DAR-TIIULA :
dark hair flew on wind. The gloomy Cairbar
came. " Where is thy lover now ? the car-borne
chief of Etha ? Hast thoii beheld the halls of
Usnoth ? Or the dark-brown hills of Fingal ?
My battle would have roared on Morvcii, had
not the winds met-Dar-thula, Fingal himself
would have been low, and sorrow dwelling in
Selma ! " Her shield fell from Dar-thula's arm.
Her breast of snow appeared. It appeared ; but
it was stained with blood. An arrow was fixed
in her side. She ibll on the fallen Nathos, like
a wreath of snow ! Her hair spreads wide on his
face. Their blood is mixing round ! '
" Daughter of CoUa ! thou art low !" said
Cairbar's hundred bards. " Silence is at the
blue streams of Selama. Truthil's * race have
failed. When wilt thou rise in thy beauty, first
of Erin's maids ? Thy sleep is long in the tomb.
The mornnig distant far. The sun shall not
come to thy bed and say, " Awake Dar-thula !
awake, thou first of women ! the wind of spring
is abroad. The flowers shake their heads on
the green hills. The woods waNe their growing
leaves. Retire, O sun ! the daughter of Colla
* Trulhil was the founder of Dar-thula's family.