Ode from Ossian's Poems
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The following poem is scored for music in the source text. No attempt has been made to reconstruct the metrical lines.
Pleasant is thy voice, oh Carrel, and lovely are the words of former times.
They are like the calm showers of the spring when the sun looks on the field and the light cloud flies o'er the hill. Oh, strike the harp in praise of my love! Oh, strike the harp in praise of my love, The lovely
sunbeam of Dunscarth. Oh, strike the harp in praise of Bengela, whom I left in the Isle of Mist, the spouse of Semo's son.
Dost thou raise thy fair face from the rocks to find the sails of Cuchullin? The sea is rolling
far distant, and its foam may deceive thee for my sails.
Retire, my love, for it is night and the dark winds sigh in thy hair. Retire, my love,
to the hall of my feasts, retire, my love, and think of times that are past.
For I will not return till the
storm of war shall cease.
