r the voices chide.

    ent,

    Naoise ?

    And they have news of Deirdres eyes,

    ho being lovely was so wise -

    A knows well ;1

    No crafty one,

    Gat him, mn

    ing-maids,

    s and shades

    Dreamed of t would unlace

    their bodices in some dim place

    o triage-bed,

    And h high head

    As their music were enough

    to make t of love

    Grole  sorrowing,

    Imagining and pondering

    calamity;

    quot;Anothers hurried off, cried he,

    quot;From  and cold and wind and wave;

    tones above his grave

    In Muirt

    In cters  -

    Baile, t was of Rurys seed.

    But the gods long ago decreed

    No ing-maid should ever spread

    Baile and Aillinns marriage-bed,

    For they should clip and clip again

    Plain.

    t is but little news

    t put this hurry in my shoes.

    t he scarce had spoke

    Before  had broke.

    il he came

    to t he herdsmen name

    t of Laighen, because

    Some god or king he laws

    t ogethere,

    In old times among the air.

    t old man climbed; the day grew dim;

    to him,

    Linked by a gold co each,

    And h low murmuring laughing speech

    Alighe windy grass.

    they knew him: his changed body was

    tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings

    ere rings

    t Edain, Midhirs wife, had wove

    In the hid place, being crazed by love.

    s swim,

    Sc