Ossian Collection > Morison's edition of the Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal

r^o NOTES ON TEMORA,
tofled amidft thy wandering locks : when the ruftling breeze
of the morning came from the defart of ftreams. Haft thou
feen thy fathers, Bos-mina, defcending in thy dreams ? A-
rife, daughter of Clatho ; dwells there aught of grief in thy
foul ?
Bos-mina. A thin form paffed before me, fading as it
flew : like the darkening wave of a breeze, along a field of
grafs. Defcend, from thy wall, O harp, and call back the
ibul of Bos-mina, it has rolled away like a ftream. I hear
thy pleafant found. I hear thee, O harp, and my voice
fhall rife.
How often fnall ye rufli to war, ye dwellers of my foul ?
Your paths are diftant, kings of men, in Erin of blue
ilreams. Lift thy wing, thou fouthern breeze, from Clo-
na's darkening heath : fpread the fails of Fingal towards the
bays of his land.
But who is that, in his ftrength, darkening in the pre-
fence of war ? His arm ftretches to the foe, like the beam
of the (ickly fun ; when his fide is criifted with darknefs ;
and he rolls his difmal courfe through the fky. Who is it,
but the father of Bos-nrana ? Shall he return till danger is
paft!
Fillan, thou art a beam by his fide ; beautiful, but terri-
ble, is thy light. Thy fword is before thee, a blue fire of
night. When (halt thou return to thy roes ; to the ftreams
of thy rufliy fields ? When fhall 1 behold thee from Mora,
while winds ftrew my long locks on mofs I But fliall a
young eagle return from the field, where the heroes fall !
Clatho. Soft, as the fong of Loda, is the voice of Selma's
maid. Pleafant to the ear of Clatho is the name of the
breaker of fnields. Behold, the king comes from ocean :
•he fiueld of Morven is borne by bards. The foe has fled
before