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 I'd tell of that great queen

Who stood amid a silence by the thorn

Until two lovers came out of the air

With bodies made out of soft fire. The one

About whose face birds wagged their fiery wings

Said, 'Aengus and his sweetheart give their thanks

To Maeve and to Maeve's household, owing all

In owing them the bride-bed that gives peace'.

Then Maeve, 'O Aengus, Master of all lovers,

A thousand years ago you held high talk

With the first kings of many pillared Cruachan

O when will you grow weary'.

They had vanished,

But out of the dark air over her head there came

A murmur of soft words and meeting lips.

BAILE AND AILLINN

I hardly hear the curlew cry,

Nor the grey rush when wind is high,

Before my thoughts begin to run

On the heir of Ulad, Buan's son,

Baile who had the honey mouth,

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