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DUAN FIRST, 9
kindleft thy hair into meteors, and failed
along the night. Why am I forgot, in my
cave, king of fhaggy boars? Look from the
hall of Loda, on thy lonely daughter."
tC Who art thou," faid Fingal, " voice of
night ?"
She, trembling, turned away.
" Who art thou, in thy darknefs ?"
She fhrunk into the cave.
The king loofed the thong from her hands,
He afked about her fathers.
" Torcul-torno," ihe faid, <c once dwelt at
Lul an's foamy ftream : he dwelt — but, now,
in Loda's hall, he makes the founding fhell.
He met Starno of Lochlin, in war ; long
fought the dark-eyed kings. My father fell,
in his blood, blue-fhielded Torcul-torno ! By
a rock, at Lulan's ftream, I had pierc'd the
bounding roe, My white hand gathered my
hair, from off the rufhing winds'. I heard a
noife. Mine eyes were up. My foft breaft
rofe on high. My flep was forward, at Lulan,
to meet thee, Torcul-torno ! It was Starno,
dreadful king ! His red eyes rolled on me in
love. Dark waved his fhaggy brow, above
his gathered fmiie. Where is my father, I
faid, he that was mighty in war ? Thou art
left alone among foes, O daughter of Torcul-
torno ! He took my hand. He raifed the
fail. In this cave he placed me dark. At
times, he comes, a gathered miit. He lifts,
before me, my father's fhield. But often paries
a beam