Ossian Collection > Poems of Ossian, the son of Fingal > Volume 2

10& berrathon:
the harp was strung in Selma. Come, Ossian, goitk?,
away," he sayr., " and fly with thy fathers on clouds."
And come 1 will thou, king of men ! the life of Ossi-
an tails. I begin to vanish on Cona; and my steps are
Eot seen in Sejma. Beside the stone ot Mora I shall fall
asleep. The winds whisdmg in my grey hair shall not
v/aken me. Depart on thy wings, O wind ; thou canst
not disturb the rest of the bard. The night is long, but
liis eyes are heavy ; depart thou rusthng blast.
But why art thou sad, son of Fingal ! Why growT^
the cloud of thy soul ? The chiefs of other times are
departed ; they have gone without their fame. The
sons of future years sfiall pass away ; and another race
Jirise. The people are like the waves of ocean: like the
leaves of woody Moryen, they pass away in the rusthng
blast, and otlier leaves lift their green heads. Did thy
beauty last, O Ryno » j' Stood the strength of car-borne
s Ryno the Jfir ofFinjal, who was killed in Ireland, in the war
?.gi«ift.t Swaran, (T^ii.gsl, B. V.) was remarkable fcrthe beauty of hi?
person, his swiftness and great cxploit-S. Minvane, the daughter of
Morni, and sister to Gaul, was in love with Kyns. ^1 he following
is hcj lamentation over htr lover.
O KE bUishinp Sad, from Morvcn's roc'-c?, bends over the darkly roll-
^ ing \ta. She saw the youih? in all tncir arms. Where, Ryno, ).
v.hcre art thou ? I
Our dark looks toM that he was low ! That pale the hero flew oi^
clouds! Ihat in the gra*s of Movven's hills, iiis feeble voice was
hrardin wind !
And is the son of rinp;a!f,il!eB, on Ullin's mossy plains? Strong
js the arm that cpnquere^ hini ! Ah nie ! I am alone.
Alone I will not be, ye winds ! that lift my dark, brown hair. My
a^ihs will not joi g mix with \our stream ; for I must sleep with Ry-
»r,.
I see thee not with beauty's steps returning from tlie chase. The
Kij^ht is round Minvane's love ; and .silence dwells with Ryno.
\V here are thy dogs, and where tliy bow ? Thy shield that was soi
etrcng? Thy swordlikcheaven'sdescencUng fire; Th? bloody spear
i;fRyno! *
1 Bee them mixed in thy ship ; I see them stained with blood. Ko,
ar:n6 are in thy nanow h&Il, O dark'.y-dweUing :s.yno!