to taste

    For t brief sighing.

    Aibric. If you had loved some woman -

    Forgael. You say t also? You he voices,

    For t is he shadows -

    Aengus and Edain, te wanderers,

    And all t it must be love

    As t. Nos out;

    For it is love t I am seeking for,

    But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind

    t is not in the world.

    Aibric. And yet the world

    iful o please every man.

    Forgael. But  gets ter the fashion

    quot;Loves in brief longing and deceiving hope

    And bodily tenderness, and finds t even

    t in tion

    o be the giver of all peace,

    Is no more tasting,

    And as soon finished.

    Aibric. All t ever loved

    her way.

    Forgael. Yet never  they

    believed t hand,

    And almost  because t find it.

    Aibric. y years; in middle life

    take a kiss for h,

    And let the dream go by.

    Forgael. Its not a dream,

    But ty t makes our passion

    As a lamp she sun.

    ting for

    Must be substantial somewhere.

    Aibric. I he Druids

    Mutter sucrance.

    It may be t t -

    No mortal can.

    Forgael. Yes; if they give us help.

    Aibric. tting you as t

    t ell his fellows

    t  upon the hills,

    Riding to tle-

    ithe Ever-living.

    Forgael.  if ruth,

    And for a dozen

    Of t more powerful life?

    Aibric, ter.

    seen him lying like a log,

    Or fumbling in a drea