[
FRAGMENT
]
XIV
.
DUCHOMMAR
,
MORNA
.
DUCHOMMAR
.
The
signification
of
the
names
in
this
fragment
are
;
Dubhchomar
,
a
black
well-shaped
man
.
Muirne
or
Morna
,
a
woman
beloved
by
all
.
Cormac-cairbre
,
an
unequalled
and
rough
warriour
.
Cromleach
,
a
crooked
hill
.
Mugruch
,
a
furly
gloomy
man
.
Tarman
,
thunder
.
Moinie
,
soft
in
temper
and
per
son
.
MORNA
,
thou
fairest
of
women
,
daughter
of
Cormac-Carbre
!
why
in
the
circle
of
stones
,
in
the
cave
of
the
rock
,
alone
?
The
stream
mur
mureth
hoarsely
.
The
blast
groaneth
in
the
aged
tree
.
The
lake
is
troubled
before
thee
.
Dark
are
the
clouds
of
the
sky
.
But
thou
art
like
snow
on
the
heath
.
Thy
hair
like
a
thin
cloud
of
gold
on
the
top
of
Cromleach
.
Thy
breasts
like
two
smooth
rocks
on
the
hill
which
is
seen
from
the
stream
of
Bran
nuin
.
Thy
arms
,
as
two
white
pillars
in
the
hall
of
Fingal
.
MORNA
.
WHENCE
the
son
of
Mugruch
,
Du
chommar
the
most
gloomy
of
men
?
Dark
are
thy
brows
of
terror
.
Red
thy
roll
ing
eyes
.
Does
Garve
appear
on
the
sea
?
What
of
the
foe
,
Duchommar
?
DUCHOMMAR
.
FROM
the
hill
I
return
,
O
Morna
,
from
the
hill
of
the
flying
deer
.
Three
have
I
slain
with
my
bow
;
three
with
my
panting
dogs
.
Daughter
of
Cor
mac-Carbre
,
I
love
thee
as
my
soul
.
I
have
slain
a
deer
for
thee
.
High
was
his
branchy
head
;
and
fleet
his
feet
of
wind
.
MORNA
.
GLOOMY
son
of
Mugruch
,
Duchom
mar
!
I
love
thee
not
:
hard
is
thy
heart
of
rock
;
dark
thy
terrible
brow
.
But
Cadmor
the
son
of
Tarman
,
thou
art
the
love
of
Morna
!
thou
art
like
a
sun
beam
on
the
hill
,
in
the
day
of
the
gloomy
storm
.
Sawest
thou
the
son
of
Tarman
,
lovely
on
the
hill
of
the
chace
?
Here
the
daughter
of
Cormac-Carbre
waiteth
the
coming
of
Cadmor
.
DUCHOMMAR
.
AND
long
shall
Morna
wait
.
His
blood
is
on
my
sword
.
I
met
him
by
the
mossy
stone
,
by
the
oak
of
the
noisy
stream
.
He
fought
;
but
I
slew
him
;
his
blood
is
on
my
sword
.
High
on
the
hill
I
will
raise
his
tomb
,
daughter
of
Cormac-Carbre
.
But
love
thou
the
son
of
Mugruch
;
his
arm
is
strong
as
a
storm
.
MORNA
.
AND
is
the
son
of
Tarman
fallen
;
the
youth
with
the
breast
of
snow
!
the
first
in
the
chace
of
the
hill
;
the
foe
of
the
sons
of
the
ocean
!
—
Duchom
mar
,
thou
art
gloomy
indeed
;
cruel
is
thy
arm
to
me
.
—
But
give
me
that
sword
,
son
of
Mugruch
;
I
love
the
blood
of
Gadmor
.
[
HE
gives
her
the
sword
,
with
which
she
instantly
stabs
him
.
]
DUCHOMMAR
.
DAUGHTER
of
Cormac-Carbre
,
thou
hast
pierced
Duchommar
!
the
sword
is
cold
in
my
breast
;
thou
hast
killed
the
son
of
Mugruch
.
Give
me
to
Moinie
the
maid
;
for
much
she
loved
Duchom
mar
.
My
tomb
she
will
raise
on
the
hill
;
the
hunter
shall
see
it
,
and
praise
me
.
—
But
draw
the
sword
from
my
side
,
Morna
;
I
feel
it
cold
.
—
[
UPON
her
coming
near
him
,
he
stabs
her
.
As
she
fell
,
she
plucked
a
stone
from
the
side
of
the
cave
,
and
placed
it
betwixt
them
,
that
his
blood
might
not
be
mingled
with
hers
.
]