[{"node":{"title":"Ferg046","Collections":"Deirdre","Contributor":"Linen Hall Library","Coverage":"1880","Creator":"Linen Hall Library","Date":"Thursday, February 4, 2016","Format":"TIFF","Identifier":"Ferg046","Item Description":"Manuscript","Keywords":"Harp, Etive, Glades","Language":"English","Path":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/ferg046","Publisher":"Linen Hall Library","Relation":"Linen Hall Library","Rights":"Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA","Scanned image":{"src":"https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Ferg046_0.jpg","alt":""},"Source":"LHL Archive","Transcript":"\ufeff\nCall me nurse Levarcam, and bring my harp.\nSirs, I am ready. Yes, I knew thy cry,\nFergus, for, I remember, once you rode\nTo hunt with Nessa close beneath my bower :\nAnd I could tell you still what robes ye wore.\nAnd what the several names ye called your hounds.\n'Twas then I heard it, and I know it still,\nBut feigned I knew it not ; and to no end.\nYes, from that turret on my garden wall\nI oft have viewed the Brethren of the Branch,\nAnd learned their cries of combat and of chase ;\nAnd there I oft saw him my eyes preferred,\nAs my heart prizes still above all men.\nAnd where he goes, I go along with him. \n\nFERGUS.\nSee here our galley. Send us forth a plank.\nHold by my hand. Deirdre, I swear to you,\nMy heart is lighter now you are on board ;\nFor a good ending shall our journey have,\nAnd I am sure thou 'It thank me for it yet.\nCast off ! Up sail ! She feels the wind. We fly. \n\nNAISI.\nThe hills race past us See, we leave the lake\nAnd breast the sea. There Jura bares her paps\nAmid her cloudy sucklings, nurse of storms.\nWe steer betwixt her and the mainland here,\nFor outside lies the whirlpool in whose gulf\nBrecan of old and all his ships went down.\nDance, sparkling billows, as my spirits dance !\nMine now were perfect joy were thou but gay. \n\nDEIRDRE. \n\nGive me my harp, and let me sing a song ;\nAnd, nurse, undo the fastenings of my hair ;\nFor I would mingle tresses with the wind\nFrom Etive side, where happy days were mine. \n\nI.\nHarp, take my bosom's burthen on thy string,\nAnd, turning it to sad, sweet melody,\nWaste and disperse it on the careless air. \n\nII.\nAir, take the harp-string's burthen on thy breast,\nAnd, softly thrilling soul ward through the sense,\nBring my love's heart again in tune with mine \n\nIII.\nBless'd v/ere the hours when, heart in tune with heart.\nMy love and I desired no happier home\nThan Etive's airy glades and lonely shore. \n\nIV.\nAlba, farewell ! Farewell, fair Etive bank !\nSun kiss thee ; moon caress thee ; dewy stars\nRefresh thee long, dear scene of quiet days ! \n\nFERGUS.\n'Tis loved companionship makes nature fair;\nAnd scenes as fair as Etive wait thee yet.\nThou soon shall have that company thou wouldst,\nAnd choice of Ulad to enjoy it in : \n","Type":"Text"}}]