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Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry

Selections from Ancient Irish Poetry

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    THE DESERTED HOME 92     CORMAC MAC CULENNAIN SANG THIS 94     ALEXANDER THE GREAT 95 QUATRAINS—     THE SCRIBE 99     ON A DEAD SCHOLAR 99     THE CRUCIFIXION 99     THE PILGRIM AT ROME 100     HOSPITALITY 100     THE BLACKBIRD 100     MOLING SANG THIS 100     THE CHURCH BELL IN THE NIGHT 101     THE VIKING TERROR 101 FROM THE TRIADS OF IRELAND 102 FROM THE INSTRUCTIONS OF KING CORMAC 105 NOTES 111


MYTH AND SAGA



THE ISLES OF THE HAPPY

Once when Bran, son of Feval, was with his warriors in his royal fort, they suddenly saw a woman in strange raiment upon the floor of the house. No one knew whence she had come or how she had entered, for the ramparts were closed. Then she sang these quatrains to Bran while all the host were listening.

I bring a branch of Evin's[3] apple-tree,
In shape alike to those you know:
Twigs of white silver are upon it,
Buds of crystal with blossoms.
There is a distant isle,
Around which sea-horses glisten:
A fair course against the white-swelling surge—
Four pedestals uphold it.
A delight of the eyes, a glorious range
Is the plain on which the hosts hold games:
Coracle contends against chariot
In Silver-white Plain[3] to the south.
Pedestals of white bronze underneath
Glittering through ages of beauty:
Fairest land throughout the world,
On which the many blossoms drop.
An ancient tree there is in bloom,
On which birds call to the Hours:
In harmony of song they all are wont
To chant together every Hour.
Colours of every shade glisten
Throughout the gentle-voiced plains:
Joy is known, ranked around music,
In Silver-cloud Plain[3] to the south.

Unknown is wailing or treachery
In the homely cultivated land:
There is nothing rough or harsh,
But sweet music striking on the ear.
Without grief, without gloom, without death,
Without any sickness or debility—
That is the sign of Evin:
Uncommon is the like of such a marvel.
A beauty of a wondrous land,
Whose aspects are lovely,
Whose view is wondrous fair,
Incomparable is its haze.

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