roach and mockery

    Because I o love

    By magic strings, Ill make to it:

    Being driven on by voices and by dreams

    t he Ever-living,

    I .  could I but obey?

    And yet you make a clamour of reproach.

    Dcctora [laugs a  of reckoning

    t I she moon

    to ty.

    Forgael.  she is merry?

    But no, no, no! your cry is not against me.

    You knohe Ever-living,

    And all t tossing of your wings is joy,

    And all t murmurings but a marriage-song;

    But if it be reproachis:

    t one among you t made love

    by any ot passion,

    Consideration, generosity;

    But it , and flattery

    to win a woman in e,

    For love is red in it;

    And if you say t she came willingly -

    Dectora. urn away and hide your face,

    t I would look upon for ever?

    Forgael. My grief!

    Dectora.  loved you for a thousand years?

    Forgael. I never have been golden-armed Iollan.

    Vectora. I do not understand. I know your face

    Better than my own hands.

    Forgael. I have deceived you

    Out of all reckoning.

    tectora. Is it not tme

    t you housand years ago,

    In islands whe children of Aengus wind

    In happy dances under a windy moon,

    And t youll bring me there?

    Forgael. I have deceived you;

    I terly.

    Dectora.  be?

    Is it t though your eyes are full of love

    Some other woman has a claim on you,

    And I