Page:Translations (1834).djvu/135

Rh  Thou rugged heap, thou cumbrous mass, That wilt not let a stranger pass; Like a bear’s skull—may the sun’s light Melt and disperse thy wintry height, And break thy snowy forts—and may The gallows tree the wretch repay, The man of infamy and guilt, Who thy untoward turrets built! Ah, fatal haste! that made me break My nose for beauteous Morvyth’s sake!

morrow, bird of kindly tongue, Whose voice is ever heard among The forest’s loftiest spray! Where hast thou been away so long, In what far land astray? Thou, who hast plumes for thy array!