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 Although he is carrying stone, but two

For whom the cairn's but heaped anew.

We hold because our memory is

So full of that thing and of this

That out of sight is out of mind.

But the grey rush under the wind

And the grey bird with crooked bill

Have such long memories that they still

Remember Deirdre and her man,

And when we walk with Kate or Nan

About the windy water side

Our heart can hear the voices chide.

How could we be so soon content

Who know the way that Naoise went?

And they have news of Deirdre's eyes

Who being lovely was so wise

Ah wise, my heart knows well how wise.

Now had that old gaunt crafty one,

Gathering his cloak about him, run

Where Aillinn rode with waiting maids

Who amid leafy lights and shades

Dreamed of the hands that would unlace

Their bodices in some dim place

When they had come to the marriage bed;

And harpers pondering with bowed head 11