n t bodies of birds

    tumbles to and fro

    And pinc;1

    t runner said: quot;I am from th;

    I run to Baile h,

    to tell he girl Aillinn

    Rode from try of her kin,

    And old and young men rode h her:

    For all t country ir

    If anybody half as fair

    had chosen a husband anywhere

    But w could see her every day.

    tle way

    An old man caughe horses head

    it;quot;You must home again, and wed

    ith somebody in your own land.

    A young man cried and kissed her hand,

    quot;quot;O lady, h one of us;

    And weous

    For any gentle thing she spake,

    S-break.

    Because a lovers  s ,

    Being tumbled and blo

    By its own blind imagining,

    And  anything

    t is bad enougo be true, is true,

    Bailes  wo;

    And he, being laid upon green boughs,

    as carried to the goodly house

    before

    the brazen pillars of his door,

    o he end

    Of ter and her friend

    For athough years had passed away

    t day,

    For on t day trayed;

    And no h is laid

    Under a cairn of sleepy stone

    Before ears for none,

    Altone, but two

    For w heaped anew.

    lt;1e hold, because our memory is

    Sofull of t this,

    t out of sig of mind.

    But the wind

    And th crooked bill

    rave suc till

    Remember Deirdre and her man;

    And we or Nan

    About ter-side,

    Our s can Fea