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

A POEM. 103
Oscar: Fi'ngal himself' passed away ; and the halls of
his fatliers forgot his steps. And shalt thou remain,
aged bard ! when the mighty have tailed ? But my famq
shall remain, and giow like the oak of Morven ; which
lifts its broad head to the storm, and rejoices in the
course of the wind.
When will the morning-come, and say, AfUe thou king of spears 1
arkc, the hunters are abroad. The hinds are near thee, Ryno !
Away, thou fair-haircd,moming, away ! the slumbering king hears,
thee not ! The hinds bound over his narrow tomh ; for death dwelU
round >t)ung Ryno.
But I will tread softly, tny king ! and steal to the bed of thy re-
pose. Minvaiie will lie in sil^pce near her slumbering Ryno.
The maid>i shall seek me; but chey shall not find nie ; they fhalj
follow my departure with songs. Bat I will not hesr you, O auii^s J
I sleep with fair haired Ryn«.