IX. And fast and far, before the star Of day-spring, rush'd we through the glade, ' And saw at dawn the lofty bawnh 'Of Castle-Connor fade. 'Sweet was to us the hermitage 'Of this unplough'd, untrodden shore; ' And well he knew, my huntsman dear, Would sing to him in happiness. 'But, oh, that midnight of despair! X. 'When all was hush'd, at even tide, I heard the baying of their beagle: h Ancient Fortification. Be hush'd! my Connocht Moran cried, ''Tis but the screaming of the eagle. 'Alas! 'twas not the eyrie's sound; Their bloody bands had track'd us out; Up-list'ning starts our couchant hound 'Spare-spare him — Brazil - Desmond fierce! 'In vain no voice the adder charms; 'Their weapons cross'd my sheltering arms : 'Another's sword has laid him low 'Another's and another's; 'And every hand that dealt the blow Ah me! it was a brother's! Yes, when his moanings died away, Their iron hands had dug the clay, And o'er his burial turf they trod, 'And I beheld- Oh God! Oh God! 'His life-blood oozing from the sod! . XI. Warm in his death-wounds sepulchred, 'Alas! my warrior's spirit brave, 'Nor mass nor ulla-lulla i heard, Lamenting, soothe his grave. Dragg'd to their hated mansion back, 'How long in thraldom's grasp I lay, 'I knew not, for my soul was black, ' And knew no change of night or day. 'One night of horror round me grew ; 'Or if I saw, or felt, or knew, 'Twas but when those grim visages, 'The angry brothers of my race, Glared on each eye-ball's aching throb, 'And check'd my bosom's pow'r to sob, 'Or when my heart with pulses drear, 'Beat like a death-watch to my ear. The Irish lamentation for the dead. XII. 'But Heav'n, at last, my soul's eclipse Did with a vision bright inspire: • I woke and felt upon my lips A prophetess's fire. 'Thrice in the east a war-drum beat, 'I heard the Saxon's trumpet sound, And ranged, as to the judgment-seat, 'My guilty, trembling brothers round. • Clad in the helm and shield they came; Was in the turret where I lay; That standard, with so dire a look, XIII. 'And go! (I cried,) the combat seek, 'Ye hearts that unappalled bore The anguish of a sister's shriek, 'Go!and return no more! "For sooner guilt the ordeal brand 'Shall grasp unhurt, than ye shall hold 'The banner with victorious hand, 'Beneath a sister's curse unroll'd. O stranger! by my country's loss! And by my love! and by the cross! 'I swear I never could have spoke 'The curse that sever'd nature's yoke ; But that a spirit o'er me stood, 'And fired me with the wrathful mood; And frenzy to my heart was giv'n, To speak the malison of heaven. |