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poems.
COMALA:PARAPHRAZED.
''Tis silence all on Erdven's plain; the roar
Of torrents sounds alone, the chase is o'er.
Daughter of Morni! come from Crona's stream;
Why linger in the gloom? Rise from thy dream.
Lay down the how, and take the harp; let night
Come on with songs, and joy the vale shall light,
E'en Ardven!' Thus Dersagrena said,
And her soft voice the list'ning echo spread.
Of torrents sounds alone, the chase is o'er.
Daughter of Morni! come from Crona's stream;
Why linger in the gloom? Rise from thy dream.
Lay down the how, and take the harp; let night
Come on with songs, and joy the vale shall light,
E'en Ardven!' Thus Dersagrena said,
And her soft voice the list'ning echo spread.
Where gentle waters murmur'd in the wood,
Her young, fair sister, Melilcoma, stood;
Her trembling hands scarce held the unstrung bow;
And pale she gaz'd, then swiftly turn'd to go:
On stormy waters thus the timid sail,
Or snow-white flower, flutters in the gale;
O'er the dark plain the gentle maiden fled,
Join'd her calm sister, and thus softly said:
'Night comes apace, 'tis dim along the plain;
I have not sought the sacred spot in vain,—
I saw a deer on Crona's stream to-night,
A mossy bank, he seem'd, but rose in flight.
Around his horns a flaming meteor beam'd,
And ancient forms from Crona's dark cloud gleam'd.
Her young, fair sister, Melilcoma, stood;
Her trembling hands scarce held the unstrung bow;
And pale she gaz'd, then swiftly turn'd to go:
On stormy waters thus the timid sail,
Or snow-white flower, flutters in the gale;
O'er the dark plain the gentle maiden fled,
Join'd her calm sister, and thus softly said:
'Night comes apace, 'tis dim along the plain;
I have not sought the sacred spot in vain,—
I saw a deer on Crona's stream to-night,
A mossy bank, he seem'd, but rose in flight.
Around his horns a flaming meteor beam'd,
And ancient forms from Crona's dark cloud gleam'd.
