[
FRAGMENT
]
XI
.
SAD
!
I
am
sad
indeed
:
nor
small
my
cause
of
woe
!
—
Kirmor
,
thou
hast
lost
no
son
;
thou
hast
lost
no
daugh
ter
of
beauty
.
Connar
the
valiant
lives
;
and
Annir
the
fairest
of
maids
.
The
boughs
of
thy
family
flourish
,
O
Kir
mor
!
but
Armyn
is
the
last
of
his
race
.
RISE
,
winds
of
autumn
,
rise
;
blow
upon
the
dark
heath
!
streams
of
the
mountains
,
roar
!
howl
,
ye
tempests
,
in
the
trees
!
walk
through
broken
clouds
,
O
moon
!
show
by
intervals
thy
pale
face
!
bring
to
my
mind
that
sad
night
,
when
all
my
children
fell
;
when
Arindel
the
mighty
fell
;
when
Daura
the
lovely
died
.
DAURA
,
my
daughter
!
thou
wert
fair
;
fair
as
the
moon
on
the
hills
of
Jura
;
white
as
the
driven
snow
;
sweet
as
the
breathing
gale
.
Armor
renowned
in
war
came
,
and
sought
Daura's
love
;
he
was
not
long
denied
;
fair
was
the
hope
of
their
friends
.
EARCH
son
of
Odgal
repined
;
for
his
brother
was
slain
by
Armor
.
He
came
disguised
like
a
son
of
the
sea
:
fair
was
his
skiff
on
the
wave
;
white
his
locks
of
age
;
calm
his
serious
brow
.
Fairest
of
women
,
he
said
,
lovely
daugh
ter
of
Armyn
!
a
rock
not
distant
in
the
sea
,
bears
a
tree
on
its
side
;
red
shines
the
fruit
afar
.
There
Armor
waiteth
for
Daura
.
I
came
to
fetch
his
love
.
Come
,
fair
daughter
of
Ar
myn
!
SHE
went
;
and
she
called
on
Armor
.
Nought
answered
,
but
the
son
of
the
rock
.
Armor
,
my
love
!
my
love
!
why
tormentest
thou
me
with
fear
?
come
,
graceful
son
of
Ardnart
,
come
;
it
is
Daura
who
calleth
thee
!
—
Earch
the
traitor
fled
laughing
to
the
land
.
She
lifted
up
her
voice
,
and
cried
for
her
brother
and
her
father
.
Arindel
!
Armyn
!
none
to
relieve
your
Daura
?
HER
voice
came
over
the
sea
.
Arin
del
my
son
descended
from
the
hill
;
rough
in
the
spoils
of
the
chace
.
His
arrows
rattled
by
his
side
;
his
bow
was
in
his
hand
;
five
grey
dogs
attended
his
steps
.
He
saw
fierce
Earch
on
the
shore
;
he
seized
and
bound
him
to
an
oak
.
Thick
fly
the
thongs
of
the
hide
around
his
limbs
;
he
loads
the
wind
with
his
groans
.
ARINDEL
ascends
the
surgy
deep
in
his
boat
,
to
bring
Daura
to
the
land
.
Armor
came
in
his
wrath
,
and
let
fly
the
grey-feathered
shaft
.
It
sung
;
it
sunk
in
thy
heart
,
O
Arindel
my
son
!
for
Earch
the
traitor
thou
diedst
.
What
is
thy
grief
,
O
Daura
,
when
round
thy
feet
is
poured
thy
brother's
blood
!
THE
boat
is
broken
in
twain
by
the
waves
.
Armor
plunges
into
the
sea
,
to
rescue
his
Daura
or
die
.
Sudden
a
blast
from
the
hill
comes
over
the
waves
.
He
sunk
,
and
he
rose
no
more
.
ALONE
,
on
the
sea-beat
rock
,
my
daughter
was
heard
to
complain
.
Fre
quent
and
loud
were
her
cries
;
nor
could
her
father
relieve
her
.
All
night
I
stood
on
the
shore
.
All
night
I
heard
her
cries
.
Loud
was
the
wind
;
and
the
rain
beat
hard
on
the
side
of
the
mountain
.
Before
morning
appeared
,
her
voice
was
weak
.
It
died
away
,
like
the
evening-breeze
among
the
grass
of
the
rocks
.
Spent
with
grief
she
expired
.
O
lay
me
soon
by
her
side
.
WHEN
the
storms
of
the
mountain
come
;
when
the
north
lifts
the
waves
on
high
;
I
sit
by
the
founding
shore
,
and
look
on
the
fatal
rock
.
Often
by
the
setting
moon
I
see
the
ghosts
of
my
children
.
Indistinct
,
they
walk
in
mournful
conference
together
.
Will
none
of
you
speak
to
me
?
—
But
they
do
not
regard
their
father
.