The Maids Of Morven, An Elegiac Ode. To The Right Honourable Mary Viscountess Ruthven, Daughter Of The Excellent Earl And Countess Of Leven And Melvil.
18th Century George Monck Berkeley EnglishTHE MAIDS OF MORVEN, AN ELEGIAC ODE.
TO THE RIGHT HONOURABLE MARY VISCOUNTESS RUTHVEN, DAUGHTER OF THE EXCELLENT EARL AND COUNTESS OF LEVEN AND MELVIL.
WHERE fair-hair'd Oscar's laid to sleep, A thousand drooping maidens weep; Their golden tresses now they tear, And wildly give them to the air; Hark! now they raise the song of woe, See how their tears in torrents flow; And whilst his dirge they plaintive sing, With echo sad the caverns ring; See Malvina bends, and weeps O'er the turf where Oscar sleeps; Mark that sigh; it was her last: Now her sorrows all are past. With Oscar now she treads the sky; Lo! she wings her flight on high. Maids of Morven, cease to weep, For Malvina's hush'd to sleep. With Oscar now in air she flits: In Odin's hall with him she sits. Banish grief, let sorrow cease, Since their bodies rest in peace. Cease, lovely Daughters of the Dale, O'er Malvina cease to wail.