Page:The Complete Poems of Francis Ledwidge, 1919.djvu/119

Rh With foam upon his boot, and halted there

Beside old Maeve. She said, "Not yet," and turned

Into her blazing dun, and knelt in prayer

One solemn hour, and once again she came

And sought her prophetess. With voice that mourned,

"How do you see them now?" she asked.

"All lame

And broken in the noon." And once again

The soldier stood before her.

"No, not yet."

Maeve answered his inquiring look and turned

Once more unto her prayer, and yet once more

"How do you see them now?" she asked.

"All wet

With storm rains, and all broken, and all tore