Then they opened the choice and spare chamber,
That was shielded with down from the cold;
The posts of its door were of polished bone,
And the leaves were of good yellow gold.
And as soon as the bright Evir-Alin
Saw Ossian, great Fingal’s son,
The love of her maiden youth
By me, proud hero, was won.
Then we left the dark lake of Lego
And homeward took our way;