But, grasped by a cold and a trembling hand, He clung to his parent, and sunk on the strand. VII. The boat across the tide flew fast, The stately ship, adown the bay, A corslet framed of heaving snow, And flurred on high the slender spray, Till rainbows gleamed around her prow. How strained was Malcolm's watery eye, Yon fleeting vision to descry! But, ah! her virgin form so fair, Soon vanished in the liquid air. Away to Ora's headland steep The youth retired the while, And saw th' unpitying vessel sweep Around yon Highland isle. His heart and his mind with that vessel had gone; His sorrow was deep, and despairing his moan, When, lifting his eyes from the green heaving deep, He prayed the Almighty his Anna to keep. VIII. High o'er the crested cliffs of Lorn The curlew coned her wild bravura ; The sun, in pall of purple borne, Was hastening down the steeps of Jura. The glowing ocean heaved her breast, Her wandering lover's glances under ; And shewed his radiant form, imprest Deep in a wavy world of wonder. Not all the ocean's dyes at even, The countless isles so dusky blue, Nor medley of the gray curlew, Could light on Malcolm's spirit shed ; Their glory all was gone! For his joy was fled, his hope was dead, And his heart forsaken and lone. The sea-bird sought her roofless nest, And near her home, on the margin dun, A mother weeps o'er her duteous son. IX. One little boat alone is seen On all the lovely dappled main, That softly sinks the waves between, Then vaults their heaving breasts again; With snowy sail, and rower's sweep, Across the tide she seems to fly. Why bears she on yon headland steep, Where neither house nor home is nigh? Is that a vision from the deep That springs ashore and scales the steep, Till sunk upon young Malcolm's breast! O! spare that breast so lowly laid, So fraught with deepest sorrow! It is his own, his darling maid, Pitied my grief from thee to sever; Now I, and Glen-Ora, am thine for ever!" X. That blaze of joy, through clouds of woe, Which power of man could not recall! A smile set softly on his face, But ah! the eye was set for ever! "Twas more than broken heart could brook! How throbs that breast!-How still that look! One shiver more! All! all is o'er ! As melts the wave on level shore; The strain died soft in note of woe, So sighed so stopp'd-so died his lay,- |