Baile And Aillinn
That out of sight is out of mind.
No common love is to our mind,
And in the light bodies of birds
If anybody half as fair
A young man cried and kissed her hand,
And he, being laid upon green boughs,
Imagined, as they struck the way
By a broad water-lily leaf;
Among the giant kings whose hoard,
Bailes heart was broken in two;
He had ragged long grass-coloured hair;
Some god or king had made the laws
To that high hill the herdsmen name
All the love stories that they knew.
Wandering from broken street to street
Where the Hound of Uladh sat before
When they had come to the matriage-bed,
Young Baile Honey Mouth, whom some
Made of the apple and the yew,
Rode from the country of her kin,
From the holy orchards, where there is none
And will believe that anything
And you are more high of heart than she,
They blossomed to immortal mirth.
No waiting-maid should ever spread
Awoke the harp-strings long ago.
Baile And Aillinn
Who when night thickens are afloat
Baile, who had the honey mouth;
She is not wiser nor lovelier,
Called rather Baile Little-Land,
What were our praise to them? They eat
They know all wonders, for they pass
Where wild bees hive on the Great Plain.
Or apples of the sun and moon.
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Though nothing troubles the great streams
And long-forgotten Murias,
He had puddle-water in his shoes;
But where it could see her every day.
On dappled skins in a glass boat,
The Hill Seat of Laighen, because
Linked by a gold chain each to each,
Of this or that thing, nor grew cold
Those other two; for never yet
And old and young men rode with her:
Of morning light in a dim sky;
Because their hodies had grown old.
Are trodden and broken hy the herds,
On the heir of Uladh, Buans son,
While over them birds of Aengus fly,
Then seeing that he scarce had spoke
Of the harpers daughter and her friend
In thegrey reeds that night and morn
As though their music were enough
Far out under a windless sky;
Alighted on the windy grass.
Or two sweet blossoming apple-boughs
Forgotten at the threshing-place;
A yew tree where his body lay;
The north wind tumbles to and fro
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That all this life can give us is
But a wild apple hid the grass
Being tumbled and blown about
By its own blind imagining,
In the hid place, being crazed by love.
An old man caught the horses head
They found an old man running there:
Although he had a squirrels eye.
rave such long memories that they still
And there, forwww•99lib.net all that fools had said,
In old times among the clouds of the air.
Where Aillinn rode with waiting-maids,
And the Brown Bull had not yet come,
Like them that are no more alive.
They come where some huge watcher is,
With its sweet blossom where hers was,
And tremble with their love and kiss.
Or birds lost in the one clear space
I HARDLY hear the curlew cry,
Tall, proud and ruddy, and light wings
And now that Honey-Mouth is laid
Or mice in the one wheaten sheaf
For all that country had been astir
And over the tiller and the prow,
He had half a cloak to keep him dry,
Nor thegrey rush when the wind is high,
Cauldron and spear and stone and sword,
And Findrias and Falias,
And our poor kate or Nan is less
Has lover lived, but longed to wive
Who know the way that Naoise went?
That all things fell out happily,
But light from the pale stars, and gleams
And poets found, old writers say,
And being in good heart, because
A better time had come again
And that mild woman of the south,
Have happiness without an end,
And with low murmuring laughing speech
After the deaths of many men,
Where that wise harpers finger ran.
A childs laughter, a womans kiss.
Had chosen a husband anywhere
Baile and Aillinns marriage-bed,
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But the gods long ago decreed
And waving white wings to and fro
And pinches among hail and snow?>1
Gathering his cloak about him, mn
That Edain, Midhirs wife, had wove
Of the harpers daughter if they will,
Before her love-worn heart had broke.
But the grey rush under the wind
Or the two strings that made one sound
That old man climbed; the day grew dim;
And when no face grew piteous
Was carried to the goodly house
For athough years had passed away
Wander where earth withers away,
When the long wars for the White Horn
that their hearts were broken and they died.
For they should clip and clip again
You put such folly in our heads
To stir their coverlet and their hair.
Dreamed of the hands that would unlace
In Muirthemne, and over it
How could we be so soon content,
Than any whose unhappiness
In changeless Ogham letters writ -
Who was it put so great a scorn
For this young girl and this young man
Our hearts can Fear the voices chide.
That held the land together there,
Who being lovely was so wise -
And that long fighting at the ford,
I run to Baile Honey-Mouth,
They have heaped the stones above his grave
Therefore it is but little news
About the time when Christ was born,
The brazen pillars of his door,
Aillinn, who was 九九藏书King Lugaidhs heir.
Who amid leafy lights and shades
And they have news of Deirdres eyes,
The towery gates of Gorias,
They wrote on tablets of thin board,
among the dead, told to each a story of the others death, so
Or the door-pillars of one house,
That is bad enough to be true, is true,
About the windy water-side,
Quiets wild heart, like daily meat;
He ran and laughed until he came
Their bodices in some dim place
That have one shadow on the ground;
To tell him how the girl Aillinn
But fruit that is of precious stone,
Under a cairn of sleepy stone
Master of Love, wishing them to he happy in his own land
She fell and died of the heart-break.
Their love was never drowned in care
He had knees that stuck out of his hose;
Baile, that was of Rurys seed.
His face bowed low to weep the end
To many-pastured Muirthemne,
Beloved, I am not afraid of her.
Scale rubbing scale where light is dim
And harpers, pacing with high head
Yet they that know all things hut know
That runner said: "I am from the south;
They knew him: his changed body was
""O lady, wed with one of us;
What shall I call them? fish that swim,
Were hovering over the harp-strings
Two swans came flying up to him,
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"Anothers 九-九-藏-书-网hurried off, cried he,
He always wept them on that day,
For any gentle thing she spake,
Before his eyes, he has tears for none,
To make the savage heart of love
Was robbed before earth gave the wheat;
Being forbid to marry on earth,
Remember Deirdre and her man;
Baile and Aillinn would be wed.
For whom the cairns but heaped anew.
With: ""You must home again, and wed
Of harpers and young men; and they
Although he is carrying stone, but two
Or, it may be, the eyelids of one eye,
That put this hurry in my shoes.
Grow gentle without sorrowing,
Before my thoughts begin to run
Now had that old gaunt crafty one,
Imagining and pondering
And when we walk with Kate or Nan
Awaken wanderings of light air
Heaven knows what calamity;
Because they have made so good a friend.
But Id have bird and rush forget
Sofull of that thing and of this,
ARGUMENT. Baile and Aillinn were lovers, but Aengus, the
"From heat and cold and wind and wave;
For all her wanderings over-sea;
<1O wandering hirds and rushy beds,
Because a lovers heart s worn out,
When they had ridden a little way
With all this crying in the wind,
They know undying things, for they
And the grey bird with crooked bill
For on that day they had been betrayed;
Rode out of Emain with a band