Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/118

 BEFORE THE WAR OF COOLEY

daybreak Maeve rose up from where she prayed

And took her prophetess across her door

To gaze upon her hosts. Tall spear and blade

Burnished for early battle dimly shook

The morning's colours, and then Maeve said:

"Look

And tell me how you see them now."

And then

The woman that was lean with knowledge said:

"There's crimson on them, and there's dripping red."

And a tall soldier galloped up the glen 112