ARGUMENt. Baile and Aillinn Aengus, the
Master of Love, wiso he happy in his own land
among told to eacory of th, so
t ts hey died.
I he curlew cry,
Nor the wind is high,
Before my ts begin to run
On the heir of Uladh, Buans son,
Baile, wh;
And t mild h,
Aillinn, who was King Lugaidhs heir.
their love was never drowned in care
Of t thing, nor grew cold
Because their hodies had grown old.
Being forbid to marry on earth,
to immortal mirth.
About time w was born,
e horn
And t yet come,
Young Baile h, whom some
Called rattle-Land,
Rode out of Emain h a band
Of hey
Imagined, as truck the way
to many-pastured Muirthemne,
t all t happily,
And t fools had said,
Baile and Aillinn would be wed.
there:
he had ragged long grass-coloured hair;
stuck out of his hose;
er in his shoes;
o keep him dry,
Although he had a squirrels eye.
lt;1O wandering hirds and rushy beds,
You put such folly in our heads
ithe wind,
No common love is to our mind,
And our poor kate or Nan is less
than any whose unhappiness
Arings long ago.
Yet t kno know
t all this life can give us is
A cer, a womans kiss.
put so great a scorn
In t night and morn
Are trodden and broken he herds,
And in 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 Fear 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,
Scale rubbing scale w is dim
By a broad er-lily leaf;
Or mice in ten sheaf
Forgotten at threshing-place;
Or birds lost in the one clear space
Of morning light in a dim sky;
Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,
Or the door-pillars of one house,
Or t blossoming apple-boughs
t he ground;
Or trings t made one sound
wise harpers finger ran.
For this young man
an end,
Because they have made so good a friend.
they pass
toes of Gorias,
And Findrias and Falias,
And long-forgotten Murias,
Among t kings whose hoard,
Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,
as robbed before eart;
andering from broken street to street
tcher is,
And tremble heir love and kiss.
they
ander whers away,
troubles t streams
But ligars, and gleams
From there is none
But fruit t is of precious stone,
Or apples of the sun and moon.
o t
Quiets ;
t
On dappled skins in a glass boat,
Far out under a windless sky;
hem birds of Aengus fly,
And over tiller and the prow,
And o and fro
A air
to stir t and their hair.
And poets found, old ers say,
A yeree where his body lay;
But a wild apple he grass
its s blossom where hers was,
And being in good , because
A better time had come again
After ths of many men,
And t long fig the ford,
te on tablets of thin board,
Made of the yew,
All tories t they knew.
lt;1Let rus their fill
Of ter if they will,
Beloved, I am not afraid of her.
S wiser nor lovelier,
And you are more than she,
For all her wanderings over-sea;
But Id
t
longed to wive
Like t are no more alive.