Daughter of Heav’n, fair art thou!
The silence of thy face is pleasant!
O Moon, the clouds rejoice in thy presence.
Burst the cloud, O wind, that the Daughter of the Night
may look forth, that yon shaggy mountain may brighten,
that I may see the face of my love,
that I may rejoice in the presence of my Nathos.
Thus sung Darthula, while with Nathos brave she flew to seek
green Etha’s pleasant vales. But envious winds betrayed
the fated pair to Ullin’s shores, where reigned their deadly foe.
‘Are these the rocks of Nathos, then’, she said,
‘and that the roaring of his mountain streams?’
‘Ah! no’, replied the youth, ‘but rest, Darthula, rest in peace,
thou beam of light. The sword of Nathos is around thee
like the red lightning of avenging Heaven.’
He clothed his limbs in steel and looked for the coming of the foe.
Darthula, at his side, with looks fixed on the chief,
strove to stop the swelling sigh and hide the falling tear.
The foe appeared, a thousand arrows fly. Like a young oak
beneath the lightning blast, the strength of Nathos fell.
Darthula stood fix’d in silent grief. Her breast of snow appeared,
but it was stained with blood. She fell on Nathos.
Her dark hair spread on his face.
James Macpherson (1736-1796)
Movement 6. Air: When in thy beauty wilt thou rise