Seven youths of brawn and beauty Moulder in their mountain bed, Up in storied Inis-Scathach Where their fathers reaped their bread.
Nevermore upon the mountain, Nevermore in fair or field, Shall ye see the seven champions Of the silver-mantled shield.
I will play the "_Cumhadh na Cloinne_" Wildest of the rowth of tunes Gathered by the love of mortal From the olden druid runes.
Wail ye! Night is on the water; Wind and wave are roaring loud-- _Caoine_ for the fallen children Of the piper of MacLeod.
Violet mystery, Ringleted gold, Whiteness of whiteness, Wherefore so cold?
Silent you sit there-- Spirit and mould-- Darkening the dream That must never be told!
A March moon Over the mountain crest, _Ceanabhan_ blowing: Her neck and breast.
Arbutus berries On the tree head: Her mouth of passion, Dewy and red.
Cold as cold And hot as hot, She loves me . . . . And she loves me not!
A thousand feet up: twilight. Westwards, a clump of firtrees silhouetted against a bank of blue cumulus cloud; The June afterglow like a sea behind. The mountain trail, white and clear where human feet have worn it, zigzagging higher and higher till it loses itself in the southern skyline. A patch of young corn to my right hand, swaying and swaying continuously, tho' hardly an air stirs. A falcon wheeling overhead. The moon rising. The damp smell of the night in my nostrils.
O hills, O hills, To you I lift mine eyes! I kneel down and kiss the grass under my feet. The sense of the mystery and infinity of things overwhelms me, annihilates me almost. I kneel down, and silently worship.
This is the dark. This is the dream that came of the dark. This is the dreamer who dreamed the dream that came of the dark. This is the look the dreamer looked who dreamed the dream that came of the dark.
This is the love that followed the look the dreamer looked who dreamed the dream that came of the dark.
This is the breast that fired the love that followed the look the dreamer looked who dreamed the dream that came of the dark.
This is the song was made to the breast that fired the love that followed the look the dreamer looked who dreamed the dream that came of the dark.
This is the sword that tracked the song was made to the breast that fired the love that followed the look the dreamer looked who dreamed the dream that came of the dark.