are at t of Slieve Econ and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one imes in anotimes and of ry and tle leat, but it ake anyt, for it tle  one of t  from  so far as food , potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake,  ed of it; and it is not on tge a mug of spirits ing, aste of turf smoke on it.  t Kinadife, or  t Lake Belsening to treams from tcting so quiet as not to startle t came doo tilled fields at t. As t by it seemed as if o belong to some  of sigy, t s mearing t are beyond all ot are beyond all silences of times  opped  from illness of midday   on for long time  any break. And at t and at moonrise to be like a gates silence t sound of keening and of friger broken by the wind,  and many pale beckoning hands.

    ting looking into ter one evening in  time, ts t o tains,  first, but getting louder and clearer as till iful, I am beautiful; ter look at me, for tiful as myself. I am young; I am young: look upon me, mountains; look upon me, perise ers  is nearly burned out, but I laug because I am in my youtime to time, as if tired, and t  aliful, I am beautiful. Presently t ttle lake trembled for a moment, and a very old woman forced eps.  was ever seen, and   was roughers.

    Sraig into to.

    A sort of dread came over o be one inny Byrne, t  begging from place to place crying alen  s all to go looking for advice from  siful t men and  to  a  t Sidolen s one Sam many years ago, ws of Eche hills.

    And as s seemed as if iful, I am beautiful, ars in the heavens.

    to so go to some  instead of turning do on up ttle track t ream. It  led to ttle cabin  all.  load on  last  a little to t, and  it likely it o go to it. But clouds   of it, o ts of t s better fit to lie doo go travelling. But  courage, and ep by step, till at last o innys cabin, t  t o go into it and to rest for a  see inny inside it, but  doired out and out, and alking or for card?playing, and s acalking as t t seemed to  trange man in ts, Knoo   was in  him.

    And after a  played fair, and to louder, and till at last t bet is ting bet is near h.

    And I wonder,  is near h.

    It seemed as if ime, and  o make sure  dead, and s  cloter a ed o t served atoes from a pot on t served ter, a mug of spring er.  a little noimes o  t tle store of money  to ook out a bit of copper and a bit of silver money, but s it drop again as if it o   money so beg for, but food and rags; or maybe because t beauty. S out and cut a fe in and  over  t ook notice of teet  of tain, and iful, I am beautiful, getting less and less as s, till at last it died aogether.

    atoes and ser anot, and t of   little by little as er t to be filled  seemed to  t ouc about ake o times  and joyful, crying from ters or out of times t  t like a er a   silence like t of a lake, and t like t t joyful voices ever and always.

    One morning side t greil it dro joyful voices, and even innys cry upon t t midnig, to melt ao leave ing on a pale misty lig ser t blinding of  it  shere.

    At time to  it  tinual clashing of swords.

    I am after my deat of the music of heaven. O Cheruhim and Seraphim, receive my soul!

    At   to  brig, and  ts of surned to and burning like Gods love or Gods e, s over t and  out and  first   all of a sudden tra, t  one y knife so be cutting ts of tick  into to rengto ting up in tone, t are to? And I ion time, he said.

    And th going from him.

    inny Byrne, t ending t laug again, and a pale lig kno  came.  o of tiffened rags arms as

    t seemed to come from a long o s of women.

    hen.

    I am one of ting people, of ting un make my d  ts; and I came looking for you, and you are mine until t like a candle t is spent. And look up noed.

    t every  imes like a all he dead.

    ting beside too toiful, I am beautiful. ter look at me. Look at me, periser after you s, and t . But I laug loud, because I am in my youth.

    S come back t nig to t  till t turf cutters going to to .