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402 The Poems of Ossia7i.
host was rolled on host; when Son-mor burnt,
like the fire of heaven in clouds, with her spreading
hair came Sul-allin; for she trembled for her king.
He stopt the rushing strife to save the love of heroes.
The foe fled by night ; Clunar slept without his
blood; the blood which ought to be poured upon
the warrior's tomb.
" Nor rose the rage of Son-mor, but his days
were silent and dark. Sul-allin wandered by her
grey streams, with her tearful eyes. Often did she
look on the hero, when he was folded in his thoughts.
But she shrunk from his eyes, and turned her lone
steps away. Battles rose, like a tempest, and drove
the mist i'rom his soul. He beheld, with joy, her
steps in the hall, and the white rising of her hands
on the harp."
In his arms strode the chief of Atha, to where
his shield hung, high, in night : high on a mossy
bough, over Lubar's streamy roar. Seven bosses
rose on the shield ; the seven voices of the king,
which his warriors received, from the wind, and
marked over all their tribes.
On each boss is placed a star of night : Canma-
thon with beams unshorn ; Col-derna rising from a
cloud ; Ul-oicho robed in mist ; and the soft beam
of Cathlin glittering on a rock. Smiling on its
own blue wave, Rel-durath half sinks its western
light. The red eye of Berthiu looks, through a
grove, on the hunter, as he returns, by night, with
the spoils of the bounding roe. Wide, in the midst,
arose the cloudless beams of Ton-thena, that star,
which looked, by night, on the course of the sea-
tossed Larthon : Larthon, the first of Bolga's race,
who travelled on the winds. White-bosomed spread
the sails of the king, towards streamy Inis-fail;
dun night was rolled before him, with its skirts of
mist. Unconstant blew the winds, and rolled him
from wave to wave. Then rose the fiery-haired
Ton-thena, and smiled from her parted cloud.