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For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
from a world more full of weeping than he
can understand.

I will pray no more with the smooth stones:
when life in my body has ceased –
For lonely to move ‘mong the soft eyes of best ones a sad thing were –
I will go to the house of the Fenians, be they in flames or at feast,
To Fin, Caolte, and Conan, and Bran, Sgeolan, Lomair.