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A POEM. 377
Ryno came to the mighty Caros. He struck
his flaming spear. " Come to the battle of Os-
car, O thou that sittest on the rolling of waves !
Fingal is distant far; he hears the songs of
bards in Morven : the wind of his hall is in his
hair. His terrible spear is at his side; his shield
that is like the darkened moon ! Come to the
battle of Oscar ; the hero is alone ! "
He came not over the streamy Carun." The
bard returned with his song. Grey night grows
dim on Crona. The feast of shells is spread.
A hundred oaks burn to the wind ; faint light
gleams over the heath. The ghosts of Ardven
pass through the beam, and shew their dim and
distant forms. Comala ' is half unseen on her
meteor; Hidallan is sullen and dim, like the
darkened moon behind the mist of night.
"Why art thou sad?" said Ryno; for he
alone beheld the chief " Why art thou sad,
Hidallan? hast thou not received thy fame?
The songs of Ossian have been heard; thy ghost
has brightened in wind, when thou didst bend
from thy cloud, to hear the song of Morven's
« The river Carron.
f This is the scene of Comala's death, which is the subject
of the dramatic poem. The poet mentions her in this place,
in order to introduce the sequel of Hidallan's stoiy, who, on
account of her death, had been expelled from the wars of
Fingal.