I run to Baile Honey-Mouth,

Linked by a gold chain each to each,

What shall I call them? fish that swim,

Of the harpers daughter if they will,

On dappled skins in a glass boat,

Wander where earth withers away,

And long-forgotten Murias,

Bailes heart was broken in two;

Their love was never drowned in care

Far out under a windless sky;

Of the harpers daughter and her friend

Than any whose unhappiness

Forgotten at the threshing-place;

The Hill Seat of Laighen, because

And in the light bodies of birds

Then seeing that he scarce had spoke

They have heaped the stones above his grave

That Edain, Midhirs wife, had wove

As though their music were enough

Baile, that was of Rurys seed.

Although he is carrying stone, but two

They know undying things, for they

Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;

About the windy water-side,

He had knees that stuck out of his hose;

The brazen pillars of his door,

They know all wonders, for they pass

among the dead, told to each a story of the others death, so

Remember Deirdre and her man;

Baile, who had the honey mouth;

And poets found, old writers say,

He always wept them on that day,

For they should clip and clip again

Being tumbled and blown about

For whom the cairns but heaped anew.

To that high hill the九-九-藏-書 herdsmen name

And there, for all that fools had said,

That runner said: "I am from the south;

Nor thegrey rush when the wind is high,

Because they have made so good a friend.

To many-pastured Muirthemne,

Being forbid to marry on earth,

He had puddle-water in his shoes;

rave such long memories that they still

Two swans came flying up to him,

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Grow gentle without sorrowing,

That all things fell out happily,

Who was it put so great a scorn

But the gods long ago decreed

But the grey rush under the wind

About the time when Christ was born,

Called rather Baile Little-Land,

And waving white wings to and fro

Where Aillinn rode with waiting-maids,

She fell and died of the heart-break.

Or the two strings that made one sound

Under a cairn of sleepy stone

Alighted on the windy grass.

And will believe that anything

A yew tree where his body lay;

Dreamed of the hands that would unlace

A childs laughter, a womans kiss.

Aillinn, who was King Lugaidhs heir.

"From heat and cold and wind and wave;

He had ragged long grass-coloured hair;

And he, being laid upon green boughs,

Awaken wanderings of light air

Were hovering over the harp-strings

And old and young men rode with her:

Where thhttps://read.99csw.comat wise harpers finger ran.

For all that country had been astir

On the heir of Uladh, Buans son,

Had chosen a husband anywhere

A young man cried and kissed her hand,

To tell him how the girl Aillinn

Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land

They come where some huge watcher is,

But Id have bird and rush forget

And now that Honey-Mouth is laid

Of harpers and young men; and they

But fruit that is of precious stone,

Young Baile Honey Mouth, whom some

With: ""You must home again, and wed

For athough years had passed away

When they had come to the matriage-bed,

For all her wanderings over-sea;

Before my thoughts begin to run

By a broad water-lily leaf;

They found an old man running there:

And our poor kate or Nan is less

And tremble with their love and kiss.

That out of sight is out of mind.

Their bodices in some dim place

Or birds lost in the one clear space

Who when night thickens are afloat

They knew him: his changed body was

"Anothers hurried off, cried he,

""O lady, wed with one of us;

Or the door-pillars of one house,

Wandering from broken street to street

Sofull of that thing and of this,

And when we walk with Kate or Nan

Therefore it is but little news

His face bowed low 九_九_藏_書to weep the end

To stir their coverlet and their hair.

In old times among the clouds of the air.

Are trodden and broken hy the herds,

Among the giant kings whose hoard,

With all this crying in the wind,

An old man caught the horses head

Because a lovers heart s worn out,

And the grey bird with crooked bill

She is not wiser nor lovelier,

Who being lovely was so wise -

And harpers, pacing with high head

Beloved, I am not afraid of her.

Has lover lived, but longed to wive

But where it could see her every day.

And that long fighting at the ford,

Imagined, as they struck the way

The towery gates of Gorias,

Although he had a squirrels eye.

Was carried to the goodly house

In thegrey reeds that night and morn

Or apples of the sun and moon.

Those other two; for never yet

That all this life can give us is

And they have news of Deirdres eyes,

That old man climbed; the day grew dim;

He had half a cloak to keep him dry,

They blossomed to immortal mirth.

The north wind tumbles to and fro

Scale rubbing scale where light is dim

Yet they that know all things hut know

Where the Hound of Uladh sat before

Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,

Because their hodies had grown old.

With somebody in your own land.

For on t九九藏書hat day they had been betrayed;

That have one shadow on the ground;

And the Brown Bull had not yet come,

Gathering his cloak about him, mn

A better time had come again

If anybody half as fair

And Findrias and Falias,

For any gentle thing she spake,

Our hearts can Fear the voices chide.

Like them that are no more alive.

And being in good heart, because

And that mild woman of the south,

<1We hold, because our memory is

Of morning light in a dim sky;

You put such folly in our heads

I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,

that their hearts were broken and they died.

Awoke the harp-strings long ago.

<1Let rush and hird cry out their fill

Of this or that thing, nor grew cold

Now had that old gaunt crafty one,

In changeless Ogham letters writ -

After the deaths of many men,

He ran and laughed until he came

Before her love-worn heart had broke.

Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.

<1O wandering hirds and rushy beds,

When the long wars for the White Horn

Rode out of Emain with a band

From the holy orchards, where there is none

They wrote on tablets of thin board,

In the hid place, being crazed by love.

To make the savage heart of love

And you are more high of heart than she,

Before his eyes, he has tears for none,

By its own blind imagining,

That 九-九-藏-書put this hurry in my shoes.

And with low murmuring laughing speech

How could we be so soon content,

Made of the apple and the yew,

Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,

In Muirthemne, and over it

Or mice in the one wheaten sheaf

Who know the way that Naoise went?

No common love is to our mind,

What were our praise to them? They eat

Who amid leafy lights and shades

But light from the pale stars, and gleams

Imagining and pondering

That held the land together there,

When they had ridden a little way

For this young girl and this young man

Quiets wild heart, like daily meat;

But a wild apple hid the grass

All the love stories that they knew.

Some god or king had made the laws

Baile and Aillinns marriage-bed,

No waiting-maid should ever spread

Or two sweet blossoming apple-boughs

Rode from the country of her kin,

While over them birds of Aengus fly,

Heaven knows what calamity;

That is bad enough to be true, is true,

And pinches among hail and snow?>1

ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the

Tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings

Though nothing troubles the great streams

Baile and Aillinn would be wed.

With its sweet blossom where hers was,

And over the tiller and the prow,

Have happiness without an end,

And when no face grew piteous