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VI
Lam-derg, I am iu the sliade of sorrow.
Her white bosom heaved a gentle sigh ;
Her blooming cheek bedewed with tears.
.'80 I see her not (coming) to meet her hero ;
To raise my soul above the strokes of war.
Too silent is the hall of music —
No voice of bard on hill or plain.
[And Bran himself is not, as wont,^
.'8.5 Shaking his chain beside the dooi'.]
Where is Gel-chossa, my love —
The gentle daughter of mighty Tual Ì '
" ' Lam-derg/ said Fergus, son of Adan,
' Gel-chossa is on Cromla of storms ;
I'M She, and all the maidens of lier choice,
In eager chase of the antlered deer.'
He a-sks Fi-i-
^XIR wIrtc sll'-
is. Ho tells
tliat she is
liunting deer
cm Cromla.
" ' Fergus, no sound is heard by mc
In wood, on hill, or plain of Lena ;
No antlered one is iu my sight,
Nor fleet-foot dogs of chase in Erin ;
I see not Gel-chossa, my love,
Like the new moon when going down.
Go to Allad of greyest hair.
The circle of cairns is his delight,"
" ' Lamderg ! ' says Ferchios, son of Aidon, ' Geloliossa moves
stately on Cromla. She and the maids of the bow pursue the fly-
ing deer ! ' ' Ferchios ! ' replied the chief of Cromla, ' no noise
meets the ear of Lamderg ! No sound is in the woods of Lena :
no deer fly in my sight ; no panting dog pursues. I see not
Gelchossa, my love, fair as the fidl moon setting on the hills. Go,