Thomas Campbell

“ But each mantle unfolding, a dagger display'd.
'I dream'd of my lady, I dreamed of her shroud,'
Cried a voice from the kinsmen, all wrathful and loud;
'And empty that shroud and that coffin did seem;
Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'
Oh! pale grew the cheek of the chieftain I ween;
When the shroud was unclosed, and no body was seen;
On a rock of the ocean fair Ellen did seem:
Glenara! Glenara! now read me my dream!'
In dust low the traitor has knelt to the ground,
And the desert reveal'd where his lady was found;
From a rock of the ocean that beauty is borne ”

“ My daughter!—Oh! my daughter!'
Twas vain! the loud waves lash'd the shore,
Return or aid preventing:
The waters wild went o'er his child—
And he was left lamenting. Campbell.
This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago. ”