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The Old Age Of Queen Maeve
Mirrored in streams t neither hail nor rain

    Nor troubled?

    he replied,

    quot;I am from those rivers and I bid you call

    t of sleep,

    And set them digging under Buals hill.

    e s hy housc,

    ill overthrow his shadows and carry off

    Caer, er t I love.

    I  these walls,

    And I would  need,

    Queen of high Cruachan.

    quot;I obey your will

    it and a most t:

    For you he birds,

    Our giver of good counsel and good luck.

    And al breath

    Could but awaken sadly upon lips

    t urned

    Face doossing in a troubled sleep;

    But Maeve, and not ,

    Came to ted house

    , and cried aloud,

    Until to stir

    iting and the clang of unhooked arms.

    Sold the many-changing ones;

    And all t nig day

    to middle nigo the hill.

    At middle nig cats h silver claws,

    Bodies of shadow and blind eyes like pearls,

    Came up out of the hole, and red-eared hounds

    ite bodies came out of the air

    Suddenly, and ran at them.

    t; cood

    its and terror-stricken faces,

    till Maeve called out, quot;t common men.

    t dropped their spades

    Because Earts broken power,

    Casts up a S

    it was glad,

    And whe grass

    S footfall in t,

    till it died out ood.

    Friend of too ood

    it w;

    For you, alt ,

    greatness, and not hers alone,

    For tory about queens

    In any
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