Nor can despair and bleeding love Find refuge with the blest above, In youth and innocence I die; The cold grave-stone must be my pillow; From life, from love, from hope I fly; Adieu! a long adieu! MIRTILLO! CLONAR AND TLAMIN. IMITATED FROM A LITTLE POEM IN MACPHERSON'S NOTES ON OSSIAN. "The loves of Clonar and Tlamin were rendered famous in the north by a fragment of a lyric poem still preserved which is ascribed to Ossian. It is a dialogue between Clonar and Tlamin. She begins with a soliloquy, which he overhears." 7 TLAMIN. SON of CONGLAS of IMOR! thou first in the battle! Oh CLONAR, young hunter of dun-sided roes! 1 Where the wings of the wind through the tall branches rattle, Oh, where does my hero on rushes repose? By the oak of the valley, my love, have I found thee, Where swift from the hill pour thy loud-rolling streams; The beard of the thistle flies sportively round thee, And dark o'er thy face pass the thoughts of thy dreams. Thy dreams are of scenes where the war-tempest rages: TLAMIN's youthful warrior no dangers appal: Even now, in idea, my hero engages, On ERIN's green plains, in the wars of FINGAL. Half hid, by the grove of the hill, I retire: between? Ye blue mists of LUTHA! why rise ye Why hide the young warrior whose soul is all fire, Oh why hide her love from the eyes of TLAMIN? CLONAR. As the vision that flies with the beams of the morning, While fix'd on the mind its bright images prove, So fled the young sun-beam these vallies adorning; Why flies my TLAMIN from the sight of her love? TLAMIN. Oh CLONAR! my heart will to joy be a stranger, Till thou on our mountains again shalt be seen; Then why wilt thou rush to the regions of danger, Far, far from the love of the mournful TLAMIN? CLONAR. The signals of war are from SELMA resounding! With morning we rise on the dark-rolling wave: Towards green-vallied ERIN our vessels are bounding; I rush to renown, to the fields of the brave! |