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Excerpt from Seafoam and Firelight
Sometimes among these stony silent places, When long gleams tremble through the quietude Upon the sea-stained rags and wind-worn faces Of this poor folk, through some ancestral mood I feel the shades of ancient splendours brood.
Then have I heard the wind with slender fingers Harping strange things among the tossing reeds, A lordlier music than the old blind singers Made of Cuchulainn and his mighty deeds, And heroes this faint time no longer heeds.
A wilder glory ?oods the creeping water Than fell from torque or gorgelet of old kings, And all the beauty of the harper''s daughter Glows in the grey eyes of some girl that sings Yet Deirdre has been dust two thousand Springs.
And when the gentle shepherd Night comes bringing T he golden stars to wander in the sky, I hear the heart of mother Dana singing Among the tumbled rocks, and the far cry Of hidden wondrous folk that never die.
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Sometimes among these stony silent places, When long gleams tremble through the quietude Upon the sea-stained rags and wind-worn faces Of this poor folk, through some ancestral mood I feel the shades of ancient splendours brood.
Then have I heard the wind with slender fingers Harping strange things among the tossing reeds, A lordlier music than the old blind singers Made of Cuchulainn and his mighty deeds, And heroes this faint time no longer heeds.
A wilder glory ?oods the creeping water Than fell from torque or gorgelet of old kings, And all the beauty of the harper''s daughter Glows in the grey eyes of some girl that sings Yet Deirdre has been dust two thousand Springs.
And when the gentle shepherd Night comes bringing T he golden stars to wander in the sky, I hear the heart of mother Dana singing Among the tumbled rocks, and the far cry Of hidden wondrous folk that never die.
About the Publisher
Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com
This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.
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Publisher - Forgotten Books
Language - English
Hardback
Contributors
Author
Dermot O''byrne
Published Date -
ISBN - 9780266360315
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 38
Paperback
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Author
Dermot O''byrne
Published Date -
ISBN - 9781331812005
Dimensions - 22.9 x 15.2 x 0.2 cm
Page Count - 40
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