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 THE DEATH OF LEAG. CUCHULAIN'S CHARIOTEER

CONALL

heard the loud ebb on the sand,

The high ducks talking in the chilly sky.

The voices that you fancied floated by

Were wind notes, or the whisper on the trees.

But you are still so full of war's red din,

You hear impatient hoof-beats up the land

When the sea's changing, or a lisping breeze

Is playing on the waters of the linn."

LEAG

"I hear Cuchulain's voice, and Emer's voice,

The Lia Macha's neigh, the chariot's wheels, 126