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 A music that had thought enough

Of the ebb of all things to make love

Grow gentle without sorrowings;

And leather-coated men with slings

Who peered about on every side;

And amid leafy light he cried,

'He is well out of wind and wave,

They have heaped the stones above his grave

In Muirthemne and over it

In changeless Ogham letters writ

Baile that was of Rury's seed.

But the gods long ago decreed

No waiting maid should ever spread

Baile and Aillinn's marriage bed,

For they should clip and clip again

Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.

Therefore it is but little news

That put this hurry in my shoes.'

And hurrying to the south he came

To that high hill the herdsmen name

The Hill Seat of Leighin, because

Some god or king had made the laws

That held the land together there,

In old times among the clouds of the air.

That old man climbed; the day grew dim; 12