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152 D A R T H U L A:
moffy towers. But, now, the night is round thee :
and the winds have deceived thy fails. The winds
have deceived thy fails, Darthula : their hi niter ing
found is high. Ceafe a little while, O north wind^,
and let me hear the voice of the lovely. Thy voice
is lovely, Darthula, between theruftling blafts.
Are thefe the rocks of Nathos and the roar of
his mountain-ftreams ? Comes that beam of light
from Ufnoth's nightly hall ! Tlie mifl: rolls around,
and the beam is feebic: but the ijght of Darlhula's
foul is the car-borne chief of Etha ! Son of the ge-
nerous Ufnoth, why that broken figh ? Are we not
in the land of ftrangers, chief of echoing Etha ?
These are not the rocks of Nathos, he replied,
nor the roar of his dreams. No l.ght comes from
Etha's halls, for they are diftant far. We are in the
land of Grangers, in the land of car-borne Cair-
bar. The winds have deceived us, Darthula:
Ullin liiis htrc her green hills. Go towards the
north, Althos ; be thy ffeps, Ardan, along the
coail ; that the foe may not come in darknefs, and
our hopes of Etha fail. —
I WILL go towards that moffy tower, and fee
who dwells about the beam. — Rell, Darthula, on
thefliore! reft in peace, thou beam of light ! the
fvvord of Nathos is around thee, like the lightning of
htaven.
ill- went. She fat alone, and heard the rolling
of the wave. The big tear is in her eye; and {he
looked for the car-borne Nathos. — Her ioul trem-
bles at the blaft. And flie turns her ear towards
the tread of his feet. — The tread of his feet is not
heard. Where art thou, fon of my love ! The
roar of the blaft is around me. Dark is the cloudy
night. — But Nathos does not return. What detains
thee, chief of Etha ? — have the foes met the hero in
the ftrife of the night ? —
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