205 THE MERMAID. ON Jura's heath how sweetly swell But softer, floating o'er the deep, Aloft the purple pennons wave, As parting gay from Crinan's shore, From Morven's wars the seamen brave Their gallant chieftain homeward bore. In youth's gay bloom, the brave Macphail And "raise," he cried, "the song of love, "When on this ring of ruby red Shall die," she said, "the crimson hue, Know that thy favourite fair is dead, Or proves to thee and love untrue." Now, lightly poised, the rising oar Softly blow, thou western breeze, Softly rustle through the sail! Soothe to rest the furrowy seas, Before my love, sweet western gale! "Where the wave is tinged with red, "As you pass through Jura's sound, "If, from that unbottomed deep, With wrinkled form and wreathed train O'er the verge of Scarba's steep, The sea-snake heave his snowy mane, "Unwarp, unwind his oozy coils, "Softly blow, thou western breeze, Thus, all to soothe the chieftain's woe, He seemed her parting sigh to hear. The lonely deck he paces o'er, And still from Crinan's moonlight shore, The moonbeams crisp the curling surge, That streaks with foam the ocean green: While forward still the rowers urge Their course, a female form was seen. That sea-maid's form of pearly light, Borne on a foamy-crested wave, She reached amain the bounding prow, Then clasping fast the chieftain brave, She, plunging, sought the deep below. Ah! long beside thy feignèd bier, The monks the prayers of death shall say, But downwards, like a powerless corse, The murmurs sink by slow degrees; No more the surges round him rave; In dreamy mood reclines he long, Soft as that harp's unseen control; In morning dreams which lovers hear, Whose strains steal sweetly o'er the soul, But never reach the waking ear. As sunbeams through the tepid air, When clouds dissolve the dews unseen, Smile on the flowers that bloom more fair, And fields that glow with livelier green; So melting soft the music fell; It seemed to soothe the fluttering spray"Say, heardst thou not these wild notes swell?" "Ah! 't is the song of Colonsay." Like one that from a fearful dream Awakes, the morning light to view, And joys to see the purple beam, T He heard that strain so wildly sweet, "This yellow sand this sparry cave, Roused by that voice of silver sound, No form he saw of mortal mould; Her pearly comb the siren took, And careless bound her tresses wild; Like music from the greenwood tree, "Fair is the crystal hall for me, With rubies and with emeralds set; And sweet the music of the sea Shall sing, when we for love are met. "How sweet to dance with gliding feet Along the level tide so green; Responsive to the cadence sweet, That breathes along the moonlight scene! "And soft the music of the main Rings from the motley tortoise-shell; While moonbeams, o'er the watery plain, Seem trembling in its fitful swell. "How sweet, when billows heave their head, And shake their snowy crests on high, Serene in Ocean's sapphire-bed, Beneath the tumbling surge to lie; "To trace, with tranquil step, the deep, "Then shall the summer sun, from far, "Nor stormy wind, nor wintry gale, "Through the green meads beneath the sea, "Though bright thy locks of glistering gold, Fair maiden of the foamy main! Thy life-blood is the water cold, While mine beats high in every vein. "If I beneath thy sparry cave, Should in thy snowy arms recline, Inconstant as the restless wave, My heart would grow as cold as thine." As cygnet down, proud swelled her breast, "These limbs, sprung from the lucid sea, Does no warm blood their currents fill: No heart-pulse riot, wild and free, To joy, to love's delirious thrill?” |