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22 To an old empty woodman's house that's hidden Close to a clump of beech trees in the wood Westward of Tara, there to await a friend That could, as he had told her, work his cure And would be no harsh friend. When night had deepened, I groped my way through boughs, and over roots, Till oak and hazel ceased and beech began, And found the house, a sputtering torch within, And stretched out sleeping on a pile of skins Ardan, and though I called to him and tried To shake him out of sleep, I could not rouse him. I waited till the night was on the turn,