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 THE PASSING OF CAOILTE

just before the truce sang thro' the din

Caoilte, the thin man, at the war's red end

Leaned from the crooked ranks and saw his friend

Fall in the farther fury; so when truce

Halted advancing spears the thin man came

And bending by pale Oscar called his name;

And then he knew of all who followed Finn,

He only felt the cool of Gavra's dews.

And Caoilte, the thin man, went down the field

To where slow water moved among the whins, 129