er by that head of Hagbard?"
Cormac answered in song: --
"There breaks on me, burning upon me,
A blaze from the cheeks of a maiden,
And then he made another song: --
"The moon of her brow, it is beaming
'Neath the bright-litten heaven of her forehead:
So she gleams in her white robe, and gazes
With a glance that is keen as the falcon's.
But the star that is shining upon me
What spell shall it work by its witchcraft?
Ah, that moon of her brow shall be mighty
With mischief to her -- and to me?"
Said Tosti, "She is fairly staring at thee!" -- And he answered: --
"She's a ring-bedight oak of the ale-cup,
And her eyes never left me unhaunted.
The strife i