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THE LAY OF DARGO.
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210 And all niglit was heard his distress,
Till the sea-fowl grew weary of his cry.
But Trenmor smote the shield for battle,
And mighty was Culda amid the warrior host;
By degrees his spirits returned,— [chase.
215 He heard the sound of his fame, and pursued the
Dargo.—“ I remember,” said Dargo, “ the hero,
As a pleasant dream that is past and gone,
When he led my youthful steps by Btha’s side,
And his tearful eyes moistened the stone.
220 ‘Why mournest thou-thus, 0 Culda 1
Why are thy aged locks wet with tears V
To this would Culda reply,
‘ Under this turf rests my love.’
—Culda, shape me a bow !—
225 ‘ Beneath (he cried) my own love doth lie,
0 let this spot be thy haunt;
Here after the chase choose thy rest!’
What thou askedst, Culda, was granted;
Thy sad tale was often in my song.
230 May my own fame be lasting as thine,
When I am with my love in yon clouds !”
Cual.—“ Sure I am it shall be everlasting,”
Said Cual in soothing tones ;—
“ But who are they yonder with terrible shields,
235 Reflecting the light of the early dawn?
Methinks ’tis the people of Lochlinn,
Surrounding Innisfail with their host,

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