Galic Antiquities

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the foam of the wave, when the florm uplifts it, and darknefs
dwells arovuid. The bright drop is in her e)'e ; it falls on the face
of Canloch. With the prefling of her lip, fhe wipes it away. He
awakes and fees the ftorm. He wonders what it means ;
and,
fhrinking, clings to the bofom of Rofgala. She, over him, fpreads
her fkirt,
as fpreads the eagle of Lora her dark wings, wide, over
her young, when they fhrink in their head from the hail, and
hear the voice of ftorms.— "
Fear not, child of my love," faid Rofgala;
" for thy father is nigh us."—Nor be thou thyfelf afraid, faid
Cathula ; I know die fea of Iniflore. Often have I rode its deep^
when louder was the roar of its waves.— Rofgala afks for Iniftore
but it is diftant. The fea hides it behind its hills of foam.
Mixed with the noife of waves, rife, at times, the fighs of the
fair.
Now defcends, on the deep, dark-fkirted night. The thunder
is in her courfe. The llreamy lightning bui-fts, dark-red, from
her womb. Spirits feel its flames. Their Ihrieks are heard in
mid-air.
They ruih to quench their half-burnt robes in the deep.
The billows roar, with, all their whales.—The moon hears the
noife within her houfe of clouds,
and fhe is afraid to lift her head
above the hill.
The flars wrap their heads in their mantle of Lano's
mill *. At times, they look, trembling, throxigh the window
of their clouds ; but, quick, draw back their wandering hair.
—They are like the hunter on the heath, who Ihoots out, at times,
his head, but will not venture forth from his booth till the ftorm-
is-
* The mijl of Lano feems to have been a proverb for any mift of the thickeft and'
darkeft kind.