[
FRAGMENT
]
IV
.
CONNAL
,
CRIMORA
,
CRIMORA
.
WHO
cometh
from
the
hill
,
like
a
cloud
tinged
with
the
beam
of
the
west
?
Whose
voice
is
that
,
loud
as
the
wind
,
but
pleasant
as
the
harp
of
Carryl
?
It
is
my
love
in
the
light
of
steel
;
but
sad
is
his
darkened
brow
.
Live
the
mighty
race
of
Fingal
?
or
what
disturbs
my
Connal
?
CONNAL
.
THEY
live
.
I
saw
them
return
from
the
chace
,
like
a
stream
of
light
.
The
fun
was
on
their
shields
:
In
a
line
they
descended
the
hill
.
Loud
is
the
voice
of
the
youth
;
the
war
,
my
love
,
is
near
.
To-morrow
the
enormous
Dargo
comes
to
try
the
force
of
our
race
.
The
race
of
Fingal
he
defies
;
the
race
of
battle
and
wounds
.
CRIMORA
.
CONNAL
,
I
saw
his
sails
like
grey
mist
on
the
sable
wave
.
They
came
to
land
.
Connal
,
many
are
the
warriors
of
Dargo
!
CONNAL
.
BRING
me
thy
father's
shield
;
the
iron
shield
of
Rinval
;
that
shield
like
the
full
moon
when
it
is
darkened
in
the
sky
.
CRIMORA
.
THAT
shield
I
bring
,
O
Connal
;
but
it
did
not
defend
my
father
.
By
the
spear
of
Gauror
he
fell
.
Thou
mayst
fall
,
O
Connal
!
CONNAL
.
FALL
indeed
I
may
:
But
raise
my
tomb
,
Crimora
.
Some
stones
,
a
mound
of
earth
,
shall
keep
my
memory
.
Though
fair
thou
art
,
my
love
,
as
the
light
;
more
pleasant
than
the
gale
of
the
hill
;
yet
I
will
not
stay
.
Raise
my
tomb
,
Crimora
.
CRIMORA
.
THEN
give
me
those
arms
of
light
;
that
sword
,
and
that
spear
of
steel
.
I
shall
meet
Dargo
with
thee
,
and
aid
my
lovely
Connal
.
Farewell
,
ye
rocks
of
Ardven
!
ye
deer
!
and
ye
streams
of
the
hill
!
—
We
shall
return
no
more
.
Our
tombs
are
distant
far
.