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THE LAY OF DARGO. 25
295 And with glad arms slie seems to clasp thee.
Ah ! young wife, vain is thy dream ;
Thy valiant one shalt thou see no more !
Far from his home hath fallen thy love,
'Neath the dust in Innisfail his beauty lies.
300 Soon thou shalt awake, O Crimina,
And shalt see 'twas a fond deluding dream.
But when shall lie wake from his slumbers,
Or the sleep of the tomb be ended %
No cry of hounds nor smiting of the shield
305 Shall be heard in his narrow house of clay ; [him.
And though each conflict and chase rage around
The warrior still shall sleep beneath the plain.
Childi'en of the field, wait not for your hero !
The morning's gentle voice he shall not hear.
310 Sons of the spear, trust not to him for aid !
The sound of the battle-cry shall wake him never.
Blessing be upon the hero's soul !
Fierce in each hour of combat was his wrath.
King of Loighean, chief of the host,
315 Many vanquished foes hath he put to flight !
[Tall wert thou, etc.]
"We finished his narrow dwelling,
And his people departed over the waves.
The strain of theii- song was plaintive and sad,
And heavy were their nodding masts upon the sea.
320 Their dii^ge was as the sighmg of winds o'er the
Among the slender reeds of the lonely glen, [heath.
When blows the breeze amid the grass of the
And the night all around is still. [tomb,