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A POEM. 65
The voice of the chace was over. I faw the
daughters of the bow. 1 aiked about Malvina,
but they anfwered not. They turned their fa-
ces away: thin darknefs covered their .beauty.
They were like liars, en a rainy hiil, by night,
each looking faintly through her mill.
Pleafant*) be thy reft, o lovely beam!
foon haft thou fet on our hills I The fteps .<3f
thy departure were ftately , like the moon, on
the blue, trembling wave. But thou haft leTt
us in darknefs, firft of the maids of Lutha 1
We fit, at the rock, and there is no voice; no
light but the meteor of fire ! Soon haft thou
fet , Malvina , daughter of generous Tofcar !
But thou rifeft like the beam of the eaft/,
among the fpirits of thy friends, W'here they fit
in their ftormy halls , the chambers of the
thunder. A cloud hovers over Cona : its
blue curling fides are high. The winds are
beneath it, with their wings; within it is the
dwell-
*) Ofliau fpeaks. He calls Malvina a beam of light,
and continues the wifctaphor throughout the pa-
ragraph.