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34 O I T H O N A:
coaft. She looked on the rolling waters, and
her tears defcended. But when llie faw
Gaul in his nrms^ fhe llarted and turned her
eyes away. Her lovely cheek is bent and red ;
her white arm trembles by her fide. — Thri-
ce fhe ftrove to fly from his prefence ; but her
fteps failed her as fhe went*
Daughter of Nuath , faid the hero , why
doft thou fly from Gaul? Do my eyes fend
forth the flame of desth? Or darkens hatred in
my foul ? Thou art to me the beam of the ealt
riiing in a land unknown. But thou coverefl:
thy face with fadnefs , daughter of high Dun-
lathmonl Is the foe of Oithona near? My foul
burns to meet him in battle. The fword trem-
bles on the fide of Gaul , and longs to glitter
in his hand. Speak , daughter of Nuath,
doll: thou not behold my tears ?
Car-borne chief of Strumon , replied the
fio-hing maid, why comeft thou over the dark-
blue wave to Nuaith's mournful daughter ? Why
did I not pafs away in fecret , like the flower
of the rock, that lifts its fair head unfeert, and
flrows its withered leaves on the blaft? Why
didft thou come, o Gaul, to hear my depart-
ing;