ancient book but tells of you;

    And whey grew old and died,

    Or fell into unhappiness, Ive said,

    quot;S!

    And  out anehe words,

    , Soo !

    Outrun the measure.

    Id tell of t great queen

    ood amid a silence by thorn

    Until t of the air

    it of soft fire. the one,

    About wheir fiery wings,

    Said, quot;Aengus and  give thanks

    to Maeve and to Maeves household, owing all

    In o gives peace.

    t;O Aengus, Master of all lovers,

    A thousand years ago you held high ralk

    it kings of many-pillared Cruachan.

    O when will you grow weary?

    they had vanished,

    But our of there came

    A murmur of soft ing lips.