A rich collation spread in vain.
The banquet proud, the chamber gay,
Scarce drew one curious glance astray;
Or if she look’d, ’twas but to say,
With better omen dawn’d the day
In that lone isle, where waved on high
The dun deer’s hide for canopy;
Where oft her noble father shared
The simple meal her care prepared,
While Lufra, crouching by her side,