6*24 UL ANN AID. 



XII. 



She vanished lightly, and her foot 

 Fell gentler than the night-dew mute ; 

 And had you seen her white robe there, 

 Like floating mist upon the air, 

 You'd say it were the Benshee's eye 

 Was glancing as she glided by. 



XIII. 



It is that hour when to the eye 

 The tears, but not of sorrow, start, 

 And swells the full and loving heart, 

 And we would weep we know not why ; 

 When at this witching time we feel 

 No thoughts but those of rapture steal ; 

 And the calm Heaven we gaze upon 

 In silent love would wile us on 

 To break the bonds which bind us here, 

 And mingle in its happy sphere ! 



XIV. 



Sliev Misha's mountain raised on high 

 His barren forehead to the sky ; 

 And in the dusk were mingled all 

 The wood the hill the castle-wall ; 

 And not one object might you see 

 To mar that blended harmony. 

 But lo ! what sudden shooting light 

 Uplifts its splendour wild and bright ? 

 First slowly, and now madly streaming 

 The dark gray battlement is gleaming. 

 What means that low and murm'ring hum, 

 As if the answering spirits come 

 Upon the midnight's rising gale, 

 To lift it to the throne of Baal ? 

 That sound is now no longer low, 

 But from the mountain's craggy brow 

 The voices of five hundred fling, 

 As rapid as the lightning's wing, 

 A fearful cry ; the startled deer 

 On Brena's side that shouting hear ; 

 Binn Bouchi's eagle hears the shriek, 

 And fiercely whets his bended beak ; 

 The wild swan closed her sheltering wing, 

 And stilled her nestlings' fluttering ! 



XV. 



The wolf-hound, when the whistle shrill 

 Shrieks clear along the heathery hill, 

 Starts not more quickly from the steep, 

 Than Conree from his troubled sleep 

 One moment listened till his ear 

 Caught the true sound of danger near. 

 The lamp that lit his slumbering hour 

 Its sickly gleam is there no more. 

 He sprung from off his couch, and sought 



As if in mad despair 

 His own good sword ; but there was not 



Or sword, or buckler there ! 



