POÉSIE ERSE

CHANT DES BARDES : First Bard.

Nightis dull and dark : tlie clou Is resi ont tlie hills; no star with green Innililiug beam : no mi;on looks fioui the sky. l bcar llie blasl in tlie wood ; but I hear it di>tani far. The slream of ihe wallcy mnruiuis, but us murmur issulk'n and sad. Fromilie tree ai ilie grave of ilie dtad, ibe lo gliowling owl is heard. I see a dim form on tlie plain ! Il isat'liosl! Il fades, il Aies. Some funeral shall pass this way. The ni. leor niaiks llie palh.

The distant d<tg is bowling from ibe but of the bill ; the slag lies ont the Biouniain nioss: the bind is at his side. She heais the wiud in his branchy horns. She slarts, but lies again.

The roe is in the clifi of the rock. The h' aihock's head is beneath his wing. JNo beast, no bird is abroad, but the owl and the bowling fox. She on a lealless tree, he in a cloud on the bill.

Dark, paniing , tiembling , sad , the travelier has Inst his way. Throug shrubs, througli horns , he goes, aiong the gurgling rlll ; he fears the rocks and ihe fen. He fears ihe ghost of iiight. Tiie ohi t ce groans to ihe blast. The falling branch resounds. Tbe wiud drnes llie wiihered burs, cluiig log.ther, along the grass. Ii ist the light Iread of a ghost ! he trembles amidsl ihe night.

Dark, dusky, bowling is night, cloudy, windy and full of ghostsi tlic dcâd are abroad! niy freinds, receive nie from ihe niylii. (Oman.)

NOTE 18 , page 296.