Hew Morrison Collection > Dàn an Deirg; agus, Tiomna Ghuill (Dargo and Gaul)

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Two are sleeping beneath this plain !
But what cry is it that I hear 1
400 'Tis Og'al, my helpless babe, in trouble.
My fond heart awaketh at the sound,
And restless throbs within my bosom.
And why is stirred the soul of Gaul %
"Why hear I that sigh of anguish sore ?
405 Weeps thus a father for his child,
Or knows he a mother's sorrow ?
I feel the beating of thy heart ;
Myself to our son will bear thy form.
Light will be the burden, my love!
410 Let me take in my hand thy staff."
To the skiff the warrior she bore ;
All night long she battled with the waves.
Each star beheld her strength forsaking her ;
All nerveless as mist was she found at morn.
415 That night I was sleeping on the plain,
To my dreams came the aged Morni ;
He leaned upon a trembling staff,
His face was moist with the tears of woe.
Each furrow in his cheek was filled
420 With the sorrowful streams of age ;
Thrice gazed he forth upon the sea,
Thrice sounded his plaintive sigh.
" Sleeps now the friend of the son of Morni,
At a time when he should be waking ?"
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