XLIX.

But from those hills the radiance of her smile Hath vanish’d long, her step hath fled afar; O’er Suli’s frowning rocks she paused a while,[33] Kindling the watch-fires of the mountain war. And brightly glow’d her ardent spirit there, Still brightest midst privation: o’er distress It cast romantic splendour, and despair But fann’d that beacon of the wilderness; And rude ravine, and precipice, and dell Sent their deep echoes forth, her rallying voice to swell.