Thee as my dearer self to cherish,
For thee to live, with thee to perish.
But haste thee;—ere to-morrow's sun
My native valley must be won:
Once-there, all danger we'll defy
To dim our hopes, or cloud our joy."
He said, and o'er the maiden threw
A furry robe which half concealed
Her graceful form, and half revealed
Its moulding and proportions due.
The mantle which a gift he brought
From wild beasts' skins himself had wrought.
The glimmering moonbeams faintly showed
Where lay the dreary, winding road;
But still his way through brake and fen
He followed on with watchful ken.
With faltering step, and anxious mind
Dark Mytah traced his steps behind.
VI.
"Brethren! full long the sun hath set,-
That brain-sick girl appears not yet.
If more she dallies thus——;howe'er,
