A MAN came slowly from the setting sun, Then Emer cast the web upon the floor, Parted her lips with a loud sudden cry. 10 Looking on her, Aleel, the swineherd, said: 'Not any god alive, nor mortal dead, Has slain so mighty armies, so great kings, Nor won the gold that now Cuchulain brings.' 'Why do you tremble thus from feet to crown?' 15 'My father dwells among the sea-worn bands, And breaks the ridge of battle with his hands.' 'Nay, you are taller than Cuchulain, son.' 'He is the mightiest man in ship or dun.' 'Nay, he is old and sad with many wars, 35 And weary of the crash of battle cars.' 'I only ask what way my journey lies, For God, who made you bitter, made you wise.' "The Red Branch kings a tireless banquet keep, Where the sun falls into the Western deep. 40 Go there, and dwell on the green forest rim But tell alone your name and house to him Whose blade compels, and bid them send you Who had a like vow from our triple dun.' 'I only of the Red Branch hosted now,' Cuchulain cried, 'have made and keep that Vow.' After short fighting in the leafy shade, 65 He spake to the young man, 'Is there no maid Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round, Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground, That you come here to meet this ancient sword?' *Poetical Works, The Macmillan Company, 1911. By permission of the Publishers. I WOULD that we were, my beloved, white birds on the foam of the sea! We tire of the flame of the meteor, before it can fade and flee; And the flame of the blue star of twilight, hung low on the rim of the sky, Has awaked in our hearts, my beloved, a sadness that may not die. My dead Love came to me, and said: 'God gives me one hour's rest, To spend upon the earth with thee: How shall we spend it best?' By permission of Dodd, Mead and Company, Inc. 1898 20 She is not happy! It was noon; She is not happy! I should know She is not happy! As I walked, Of her I was aware: She cried out, like a creature hurt, Close by me in the air. Under the trembling summer stars, I turned from side to side; When she came in and sat with me, As though she had not died. And she was kind to me and sweet, She had her ancient way; Remembered how I liked her hand Amid my hair to stray. She had forgotten nothing, yet Older she seemed, and still: All quietly she took my kiss, Even as a mother will. 40 Not even then I shook: Not even by such words was I unnerved. 20 I thought, she is at peace; Whither the child is gone, she too has passed. And a much needed rest Is fallen upon her, she is still at last. But when at length I took 25 From under all those letters one small sheet, Folded and writ in haste; Why did my heart with sudden sharpness beat? Alas, it was not sad! Her saddest words I had read calmly o'er. 30 Alas, it had no pain! Her painful words, all these I knew before. |