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Rh In Emain Macha to low lights and song

Connor was dreaming of the beauteous Maeve.

He saw her as at first, by Shannon's wave,

Her insteps in the water, mounds of white.

It was in Spring, and music loud and strong

Rocked all the coloured woods, and the blue height

Of heaven was round the lark, and in his heart

There was a pain of love.

Then with a start

He wakened as a loud voice from below

Shouted, "The land is robbed, the women shamed,

The children stolen, and Cuculain low!"

Then Connor rose, his war-worn soul inflamed,

And shouted down for Cathbad; then to greet

The messenger he hurried to the street.