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M O R D U T H. 67
the wind like the raven's wing. The heaving
of her white breaft was as the downy bofom
of the fwan, when the fofc waves meet it in
gladnefs. The beauty of each virgin vanifh-
ed when the daughter of Sonner appeared.
Graceful was the mother of my fons, and
gladnefs (hone in my hall w^hen her foft voice
joined the harp.
Guigan, the daughter of Ainer, had tailed
my fecret embrace before 1 faw Culalin, and
flie turned the red eye of envy on the pride of
women. She came to Culalin in the feafon of
her folitude, and fpoke the words ot deceit.
Pleafant are the frailes of the mid-day fun,
Culalin I cool the Ihade beneath the birchen
boughs. The hunters are diilant far. The
fea has borne her waves to other lands, and
left our rocks to raife their dark heads before
the kindly breeze. Come, daughter of Sonner,
and tafte the fweets of noon.
They wandered through the foreft. A tall
rock within the verge of ocean's bed, affords
a grateful {hade. Sleep fhut the eyes of Cu-
lalin. Guigan plet her long hair with thongs,
and fixed them to the cliiFy rock. Her hands
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