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 THE DEATH OF AILILL

there was heard no more the war's loud sound,

And only the rough corn-crake filled the hours,

And hill winds in the furze and drowsy flowers,

Maeve in her chamber with her white head bowed

On Ailill's heart was sobbing: "I have found

The way to love you now," she said, and he

Winked an old tear away and said: "The proud

Unyielding heart loves never." And then she:

"I love you now, tho' once when we were young 74