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The stream with languid murmur creeps,

In Lumin’s flowery vale:

Beneath the dew the Lily weeps

Slow-waving to the gale.

‘Cease, restless gale!’ it seems to say, 5

‘Nor wake me with thy sighing!

The honours of my vernal day

On rapid wing are flying.

‘Tomorrow shall the Traveller come

Who late beheld me blooming: 10

His searching eye shall vainly roam

The dreary vale of Lumin.’

With eager gaze and wetted cheek

My wonted haunts along,

Thus, faithful Maiden! thou shalt seek 15

The Youth of simplest song.

But I along the breeze shall roll

The voice of feeble power;

And dwell, the Moonbeam of thy soul,

In Slumber’s nightly hour. 20

THE COMPLAINT OF NINATHÓMA:FROM THE SAME

How long will ye round me be swelling,

O ye blue-tumbling waves of the sea?

Not always in caves was my dwelling,

Nor beneath the cold blast of the tree.

Through the high-sounding halls of Cathlóma 5

In the steps of my beauty I strayed;

The warriors beheld Ninathóma,

And they blesséd the white-bosom’d Maid!

A Ghost! by my cavern it darted!

In moonbeams the Spirit was drest — 10

For lovely appear the Departed

When they visit the dreams of my rest!

But disturb’d by the tempest’s commotion

Fleet the shadowy forms of delight —

Ah cease, thou shrill blast of the Ocean! 15

To howl through my cavern by night.