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And sees that the waves are in peace,"
As the wind from the north is faint.
But straightway he raises billows,
And drives them to the sounding shore.
370 On the bank of a rush-fringed stream
Slept the daughter of the chief of Lumon :
Her helmet fell to the ground from her head
Her dream was away in her native land.
There morning shone upon the field ;
375 The hoary streams poured from the height ;
The breezes, dusky and light,*
Darkly leaned on the edge of the waves.
There was the stirring sound of the chase ;
There chiefs were hastening from the hall ;
380 Taller than any on the plain
AVas (the chief of) Atha of winding streams.
His eye was bent on his beloved —
Sul valla of shining hair.
From his stately steps upon the hill
385 Proudly she turned her face away
And tightened the string of her bow.
Such was the maiden's lightsome dream,
When Atha's (lord) drew nigh
the rushy fields. There is the sound that prepares for tlie chase.
There the moving of ■warriors from the hall. But tall above the
rest is seen the hero of streamy Atha. He hends his eye of love on
Sul-malla from his stately steps. She turns with pride her face
away, and careless hends the bow.
Such were the dreams of the maid when Cathmor of Atha came.
Sulvalla
dreams of her
f:vther's home,
where she first
beheld
Ca-mor.
Her liehnet
had dropped
otf her head,
and Ca-mor,
accidentally
coming near,
recognised
her.
Deeply
grieved at
seeing her