SCOTTISH MUSIC. AN ODE. BY J. LEYDEN. TO IANTHE. AGAIN, Sweet syren! breathe again Such was the song that soothed to rest, Far in the green isle of the west, The Celtic warrior's parted shade; Such are the lonely sounds that sweep O'er the blue bosom of the deep, Where ship-wreck'd mariners are laid. Ah! sure, as Hindú legends tell, The scenes of former life return; Or if, as ancient sages ween, Can mingle with the mortal throng; I hear, I hear, with awful dread, They leave the amber fields of day: That murmurs round the mermaid's grave, They mingle in the magic lay. Sweet syren, breathe the powerful strain ! The crystal tower enchanted see! "Now break," she cries, "ye fairy charms !" As round she sails with fond alarms, "Now break, and set my true love free!" * The Lass of Lochroyan-In this volume. |