The lord of the isles . the deep thunders rending groan. VII. Merrily, merrily hounds the hark, She hounds before the gale,The mountain breeze from Ben-na-darch Is joyous in her sail !With fluttering sound like laughter hoarse, The cords and canvas strain,The waves, divided by her rippling eddies chased her course, As if they laughd down the breeze more blithely the wave, the light sea-mew. Than the gay galley boreHer course upon that favouring Coolins cresl has sunk behind, And Slapins cavernd then that warlike signals wakeDunscaiths d
The lord of the isles . the deep thunders rending groan. VII. Merrily, merrily hounds the hark, She hounds before the gale,The mountain breeze from Ben-na-darch Is joyous in her sail !With fluttering sound like laughter hoarse, The cords and canvas strain,The waves, divided by her rippling eddies chased her course, As if they laughd down the breeze more blithely the wave, the light sea-mew. Than the gay galley boreHer course upon that favouring Coolins cresl has sunk behind, And Slapins cavernd then that warlike signals wakeDunscaiths dark lowers and Eisords lake,And soon, from Cavilgamchs hick wreaths of eddying smoke were spread:A summons these of war ami wrathTo the brave clans of Sleal and Strath, Ami. ready at the sight, I HE LORD 01> THE Each warrior to his weapons sprung,And targe upon his shoulder flung, Impatient tor the chief in warfare charge to muster their array,And guide their harks to of Ronalds high command,A beacon gleamd oer sea and land,From (annas tower, that, sleep and gray,Like falcon-nest oerhangs the 1 The little island el Canna, or Cannay, adjoins to those of Rum andMuick, with which it forms one parish. In a pretty bay opening towardthe east there is a lofty and slender rocs .Marl,,.,1, from the shore. Opon 156 MJf LORD OF THE ISLES. canto iv Seek nol the giddy crag to climb,To view the turret scathed by time :It is a task of doubt and fearTo aught but goat or rest thee on the silver beach,And lei the aged herdsman teach His tale of former day ;His curs wild clamour he shall for thy seat by oceans side, His varied plaid display ;Then tell, how with their Chieftain cameIn ancient times, a foreign dameTo yonder turret was her Lords suspicious in so rude a jail confinedSo soft and fair a thrall !And ofl when moon on ocean sleplThat lovely lady sate and wepl Upon the cast
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