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Celtic Twilight
Celtic Twilight
Celtic Twilight
THE.
The
Celtic Twilight
Printed 1893
Reprinted with additions 1902
Frontispiece.
A.
St.
H.
BULLEN,
Lane,
18
Cecil
Court
Martin's
London,
W.C.
MCMII
Of the fire-born
You pass
?iot
moods,
aiuay.
And
Aftd Niamh
calling,
'
Empty your
Our
Our
heart of
mortal dream.
our
Our arms
And if any gaze on our rushing band, We come between him and the deed of his We come between him and the hope of his
The host
is
hand,
heart.''
And
where
And Niamh
calling, ''Away,
come away?
vn
1 1
Contents
THIS book
i
a teller of tales
belief
4
8
and unbelief
mortal help
a visionary
12 -
15
village ghosts
23 35
50 56
6
an enduring heart
the sorcerers
the devil
happy and unhappy theologians
69
71 -
79
9
'and
fair, fierce
women'
97 ioi
-
enchanted woods
miraculous creatures
aristotle of the books
io9
112
ii3
115
KIDNAPPERS
117
130
1
35
37
Contents
141
I43
1
45
148
160
163
THE
NEARNESS
TOGETHER
OF
1
65
167
1
69
73
76
WAR
THE QUEEN AND THE FOOL THE FRIENDS OF THE PEOPLE OF FAERY DREAMS THAT HAVE NO MORAL
EY
183
1
86
95
208
23
THE ROADSIDE
235
THIS BOOKi
This Book.
have
desired,
like
every
artist,
to
create a
pleasant,
little
and
things
to
of
this
in
show
any of
I
my own
bid
people
I
who would
have
look
where
written
them.
therefore
down
I
accurately
and
candidly
much
that
that
except by
I
way
nothing
I
have,
my
own
beliefs
my men
their
and women,
faeries,
go
way unoffended
The
fully
man
and
threads of
he
pull
them
care-
distaff of
memory,
any who
too have
woven my garment
like another,
The
Twilight,
but
shall try to
keep warm
in
it,
and
shall
be well content
if it
Art,
built
her
field
where
men hang
boughs
to
be banners of
O beloved
with
1893.
daughter of
me
for a
little.
11
in
the
manner of the
others, but
old ones,
added
older,
one
loses, as
dreams
one begins
to take life
up
in
both
than
fruit
no great
loss perhaps.
I
In these
new
my comments
sentences that
deceitful
This Book.
book
make
to
it
systematical and
learned
enough
dreams.
buy pardon
1902.
W.
B.
Yeats.
The
Celtic Twilight.
A TELLER OF TALES
Many of told me by
the tales in this book were
little
who
lived in a leaky
in
the village of
to say,
which
'
is,
he was wont
'place
I
Others hold
The
first
time
for
a hedge, smiling
in
his
sleep.
I
He
was
I
thought
a rabbit,
out of their
of
their
joy
the
natures and of
all
animals.
And
age,
much
in his life to
about
much
pestered by children.
It
was
Teller
for this
He
how
'
instance,
of
telling
How
be
?
'
said
'
the saint.
May you
saint.
The
and
place,
day
Collumcille
came
again,
exactly the
Better,
thank God.'
And
'May
He
was fond
how the Judge smiles at the day alike when he rewards the good
lost to
unceasing flames.
to
I
He
keep him
asked him
cheerful or to
make him
sad.
faeries,
Am
if
asked too
I
have seen
he
said,
'down there by
its
hands.'
have copied
this
5
account of Paddy
The
Celtic
Twilight,
a note-book which
tales
I
almost
filled
with his
look
now
up.
at the
note-book regretfully,
will
for the
never
;
be
filled
Paddy Flynn
is
dead
friend of
bottle of
at
man
most
the sight of so
much
liquor filled
lived
for
died.
His
young
tales,
days.
He
was a great
teller of
knew how
stories.
empty heaven,
hell,
and pur-
He
world, but
knew
Homer
himself.
Perhaps
What
is
literature
moods by the
6
vehicle
And
are there
Teller
not
hell,
purga-
tory,
less
no
Nay, are
no exdare to
there not
moods which
shall find
men who
mix heaven,
hell,
of
men
Let us
go
no
forth,
the
tellers
and have
is
Everything
exists,
is
everything
little
true,
only a
dust
under our
The
Celtic
Twilight.
in
the
last
western villages.
One woman
told
me
or in ghosts.
and ghosts
held,
to
go
free
'
at their
own
'
will
and
little
leprechauns,
I
fallen angels.'
mohawk Indian tattooed upon his arm, who held exactly similar beliefs and unbeliefs.
No
as the
man
said
mohawk
Indian on his
to
arm
me,
'they stand
reason.'
Even
this
the
official
mind does
not
escape
faith.
little girl
who was
at service in the
slopes of
There
.
was
at
in the neigh-
bourhood, because
was rumoured
that
villager
was
to hold her
he found nothing
stick.
The
at
local constable
was applied
to,
and he
search,
and
people to burn
on the
field
They
In
girl
She
At
last
river,
to
was
drifting
down
it
such
9
in a cockle-
The
Celtic
shell.
On
j
the
1
Twilight,
die
shortly
in
the
right.
It is
much unreason
for denial's for
alike,
and a
little
truth than to
deny
when
we do
to
this
we have
needs fumble our way into the great emptiness where dwell the mis-shapen dhouls.
And
if
after
all,
can
we come
to so great evil
we keep
little fire
in
whether
say too
selves,
'
it
be
man
fiercely,
even
themis
said Be ye gone ? When and done, how do we not know but that our own unreason may be better than another's truth ? for it has been warmed
all
IO
in
is
Belief
and
and make
the
!
Come
wild
into
world
again,
wild
bees,
bees
ii
The
Celtic
MORTAL HELP
One
hears in
the old
Twilight.
poems of men
in
battle,
for
husband
to
overthrow another
I
nation of the
Land
of Promise.
have
been
told,
too,
of faery
or
as
in
its
is
would
say,
asleep at home.
are
balls.
One day
in
old,
marshy land
Galway with a
hard-featured
friend
when
this
we found an
a ditch.
man
digging
My
man had
kind,
and
we
him.
When
men and
women and
boys.
far
Mortal
Tuam
and not
Knock-na-gur.
thirty of them,
and
of about
fifty
half-a-mile,
some
dark
hundred and
own
time,
who
yards
from one
but
'
the
others
'
wore clothes of
colours,
bracket
or chequered, and
waistcoats.
He
but
'
all
for
they looked as
was that'
Sometimes
then he would
two men
in
dark clothes.
size of living
He
saw
man he and
for
working
Get
!
we
will
*3
The
Twilight,
asked
if
he saw the
faeries too,
'
Oh,
yes,
He
1902.
so hard that
nobody
to the faeries.
*4
A VISIONARY
A
young man came
to see
Visionary.
me
at
my
and much
his life
and
his doings.
He
had written
many poems and painted many mystical designs since we met last, but latterly had
neither written nor painted, for his whole
heart
was
set
upon making
his
mind
strong,
life
vigorous,
He He
recited
his
poems
in his
readily,
however.
had them
all
memory.
written
Some
down.
indeed
had
never
been
They, with
blowing
1
their wild
1
music as of winds
in the reeds,
seemed
to
me
the
This sadness
now seems to me a part of all peoples who preserve the moods of the ancient peoples of the world. I am not
so pre-occupied with the mystery of
to be, but leave this sentence
it
Race
as I used
like
it
unchanged.
be,
We
may
(
The
Celtic
'
. .
Twilight.
Suddenly
it
seemed
to
me
I
that he
'
little
?
!
eagerly.
said.
'
Do
shining,
Is
it
the influence of
thinks
some
living person
who
said
of
in
us,
appear to us
;
that
for
am
ways
of the
visionaries
'
and
in
the fashion of
if it
their speech.
alive
should
feel
the living
influence in
my
It is
living body,
and
my
fail.
my breath
lived.'
I
would
spirit.
is
he was clerk
sure,
a large shop.
His
plea-
the
hills,
peasants, or to
.
A
Visionary.
,.
up the
Another
night,
when
in his
own
talk
lodging,
to
and
sun them as
his
were
mind.
Sometimes
talks
visions
come
and he
to
is
him as he
rumoured
matters
friends,
with
them,
to
of
past
days and
distant
and
who seems scarce more than a boy, and is so much more subtle than the oldest among them. The poetry he recited me was full of his
of their strange teacher,
Sometimes
it
told
other
centuries,
to,
I
sometimes
revealing
of
them
would
own
minds.
told
him
it,
write an article
told
and was
if
I
in turn that
might do so
did
The
Celtic
always
'unknown,
obscure,
.
impersonal.'
arrived,
:
Twilight.
his
in
poems
these words
Here
liked.
do not think
I
will
make
not
branches.
into leaves
It is
and
flowers.'
endeavours
to
mood
in
There were
fine
passages in
all,
bedded
in
a special
other
men
counters of an
unknown
coinage.
To them
much
the best.
the
if
He
had
ings, in
The
faeries in
whom
he believes have
given him
of
many
subjects, notably
Thomas
in
the
twilight while a
young and
beautiful crea-
ture
shadow and
He
had delighted
:
above
all
spirits
their
phantom reach;
crystal
symbol
of
the
soul
half
shut
this
all
mourn
for a
One
of these
especially
comes
to
mind.
A
the
much
of the
walking
up and
*9
down upon
The
Celtic
Twilight,
11 dumb
to
i_-
his cares
:
for
him.
for him,
life
hope
left
him.
how
full
completely expressed
in
word or deed.
in his
The
mind
burst
Once he
God
God
the
his old
but He covets
all
world
'
had
him
him
now
?
they said,
'
Who
is
'The
doom]
'is
over me,'
he
said,
waving
his
20
mountain,
'
forty
years
and as he said
This old
man
always
.
rises
before
me
in
when
think of
Both seek
in
one
symbolic
and subtle
allegoric
lies
poetry
to
beyond the
if
range of expression
will forgive
and both,
X
at the
The
peasant
that were,
two
until the
The
Celtic Twilight,
tences,
.
interesting
and .11
this
all
mind
that finds
r
i
them so
Celtic phantasmagoria
whose meaning no
re-
man
vealed.
22
VILLAGE GHOSTS
In the great cities
world,
little
Village
Ghosts.
we
see so
little
of the
we
drift into
our minority.
In the
norities
You must see the world there, perforce. Every man is himself a class every hour carries its new challenge. When you pass
;
for
it.
you
will
We
listen to
The dumb
;
village
multitudes
pass on unchanging
in the
hand
is
no
The dumb
the
rusty
gate
of
the
The
ancient map-makers
'
Here
fisher-
The
Celtic Twilight,
men and
are
these
line
from
that
us,
is
we can
certain,
'
write
but
are
one
Here
ghosts.'
My
in
Leinster.
History has
in
no manner
with
been burdened by
its
crooked lanes,
of long grass,
full
green background of
quay, where
lie
its
In the annals
is
well known.
little,
For a
westward a
where he
see a
who watches
certain rare
may
moth
edge
hundred years
Italy
ago
it
was
in
carried
here from
by
smugglers
If the
net,
and go hunting
faeries
of the
Lillith,
patience.
24
night a timid
Village
man was
Ghosts.
By
the cross of
of
how shall I go? If I pass by the Dunboy old Captain Burney may
If
I
go round by the
is
and up by the
steps, there
the
Mrs. Stewart
in
the Hospital
Lane/
I
spirit
he braved,
in
but
sure
it
the
Hospital Lane.
to receive patients.
it
When
was pulled
it
demons
and
faeries.
There
is
a farmer at
Paddy B
strength,
by name
and a
man
of great
teetotaller.
sister-in-law,
musing on
25
The
Celtic
often
if
he
Twilight,
drank.
One
first
night
posed at
a
little
to
be a tame rabbit
it
he found that
was a white
When
began
and
larger,
and as
it
grew he
own
as though
He
By
Path.'
the Hospital
'
Faeries
travel
from
hill.
the
hill
At
tage.
One
night Mrs.
Arbunathy, who
was
expecting
asleep
her son.
fire
;
by the
and
'In
the
name
of
He
Never
may come
to you.'
'
One
,
Village Ghosts,
us,
said he.
Probably the
at
man braved
Hillside
Gate.
When
to
harm any
'it
is
one,'
only
far
earth.'
Not
from
Hillside Gate,
for
appeared
a short time a
spirit.
much more
was
the
remarkable
bogeen,
Its
haunt
leading
I
a green lane
from the
quote
its
village.
In a cottage
at
end of the
They had
several
He
was a
little
His
woman.
Her husband,
Her sister heard of it, and came and took down one of the window shutters
27
The
Twilight,
window
and
it,
being big
threatened
and strong
like
her
;
sister.
He
to prosecute her
body
if
he
herself
to
be
Jim Mont:
his wife
eat.
on a
in
the
fire
out
The
heard
her
husband
thin.
At
last
one Saturday
it
no
and went
and asked
gave
her
her,
him
thirty
for
some
money.
28
He
shillings.
her.
On
ill,
Village
Monday
saw
and sent
a Mrs. Kelly.
her, said,
Kelly,
as soon as she
My
woman,
and
After
the
to
She died
in
an hour.
her death, as
Montgomery neglected
had them taken
the workhouse.
her
own
She
told
the
priest,
Father S
few
same
She was
in
to
let
her
in.
They
She
in,
In the
name
29
of
God
let
me
or
will
They
The
Twilight.
This
would follow
spirit a
from
its
The
must
for
none of
relations
soul.
'
If
my
'show him
wrist
that,'
and
touched
fingers.
Mrs.
Kelly's
with
three
The
up
places
swelled
and
blackened.
She then
vanished.
she
would not
he
said
Kelly,'
she
'
show
herself
Mrs.
with
respectable
people to appear
to.'
He was
convinced
workhouse.
The
priest
been
at rest, for
Some
died
time afterwards
in
Jim Montgomery
Village
come
to
sees
1
woman
with white
The apparition only leaves him at own door. The villagers imagine that
will
haunt
you when
die
'
is
favourite threat.
half-
demon
the
in the
shape of a dog.
spirits
tribe gather
within-doors, plentiful as
swallows under
southern eaves.
1
to her cap.
The
tales,
has told
me
so
many
has
me
that
woman
stacks in a field,
and soon
after
he got a
hurt,
and he
The
Twilight,
One
by
her
dying
child
in
Fluddy's
Lane.
door.
knocked.
little
The knocking
After a
Her
child
husband went
to
see
He
The
died.
The
closed as before.
Then
membered
window
that she
had forgotten
for
These strange
spirits
usually a harmless
It
is
creature.
It
put up
brings good
I
who
live
with
it.
rememtheir
ber
two
children
sisters
who
32
slept
with
in
mother and
and brothers
one
small room.
In the
room was
also a ghost.
streets,
Village
in the
Dublin
and
easily
ha'nted
'
room.
The Conspirits
naught
tales are
of Leinster.
These
have
a gloomy, matter-of-fact
They come
some
pay
to
announce a death,
to
obligation,
revenge a wrong, to
their bills
daughter the
to their rest.
and
in
order.
demons, and
not
ghosts,
that
transform
themselves into
The
in
people
who
tell
fishing
who
is
find
the doings In
a whimsical grace, a
curious extravagance.
The
people
who
recount
them
live in
33
The
Celtic
Twilight,
beautiful scenery, under a sky ever loaded n l hey and fantastic with nying clouds,
.
the
little
fear
feel
and
humorous pleasure
in their doings. in
The
their quaint
deserted
spirits
wharf
the
grass
grows,
that,
these
when a
him
after
have been
and
his
bed
surrounding
the
villages
the
dis-
creatures
guises.
use
most
strange
shape
wicked sea-captain
He
was only
broken
dislodged
when
the
wall
was
down
snipe rushed
away
whistling.
34
'Dust hath
h"
eye.'
have been
lately to a little
group of
houses, not
village,
in
many enough
the
to
be called a
Kiltartan
in
barony
of
Ballylee,
known through
is
all
There
cottage
where
live,
their
son-in-law
old
miller,
and a
mill
with an
and old
ash-trees
little
throwing
river
and great
two
or
went
there
about
lived in Clare
some years
is
ago,
and about
all
her saying,
'
There
a cure for
evil
Ballylee,'
and
to
find
out
from
him
or
another
this
35
summer, and
shall
The
Twilight.
it is
autumn, because
Mary Hynes, a beautiful woman whose name is still a wonder by turf fires, died
there sixty years ago
linger
;
for
of
is
An
old
man brought
mill
me
that
little
way from
lost in
'
the
and the
castle,
was nearly
That
the
little
old
it
They
'
was
like dribbled
snow,
her
perhaps, 'and
snow
he
meant driven
cheeks.
all
She
had
handsome
'
brothers, but
to
are gone
in
now
talked
Irish, Raftery,
famous
it
made about
36
her,
and how
said, 'there is a
lee.'
He
was the
'Dust hath
Helen's
eye#
sank under-
me
to a
deep
pool,
where an
boulder,
otter hurried
told
and
me
that
many
fish
came
at early
morning
to
taste
the
hills.'
fresh
from the
I
first
woman who
up the
river,
She
says,
'
never saw
I
die,'
'
go
to,
and then
all
gather to hear.
If
you did
not, he'd
you
in
Irish.
He
make
a song
if
he chanced to stand
under
it.
The
Twilight,
praising
it,
to a
friend
and
to
a song
think, before
music grew
The poem
is
in a too
it
has
speak as
if
he were a
woman
he
loves,
but
it
phrases.
The
friend
was with me
has
made some of the translation, but some of it has been made by the country
people themselves.
I
think
it
has more of
most
translations.
will of
God,
Dust hath
closed Helen's
eye.'
And
I
As by
own way;
easy,
And she said, "Raftery, my mind is You may come to-day to Ballylee."
When When
heard her
offer I did
not linger,
my
heart
my
heart rose.
fields,
We We
The
had only
She had
and she
sitting beside
me
hundred
And
There
she said,
"Drink,
Raftery,
and
welcomes,
is
star of light
amber
Will you
Till
hair,
song
every
Sunday
Punch on the
But,
table, or
wine
if
it,
to Ballylee.
There
is
sweet
on the
When
The
Celtic
When you
There
is
are walking in
the
valley
picking
nuts
an(j blackberries,
Twilight.
it
Sidhe.
What
Of
She
is
till
light
is
by your side?
There
is
no god
to
deny
it
or to try
and hide
it,
the
who wounded my
heart.
From the rivers to the tops of the mountains, To the edge of Lough Greine whose mouth is hidden,
And
Her Her
She
hers.
hair
too;
face was like herself, her sweet.
is is
mouth
pleasant and
the pride, and I give her the branch, the shining flower of Ballylee.
She
It is
Mary Hynes, the calm and easy woman, Has beauty in her mind and in her face.
hundred clerks were gathered
write
together,
If a
down a
An
to
old weaver,
whose son
40
is
supposed
(the faeries)
at night, says,
,
'
_ _
beautiful
thing
ever made.
My
mother
closed Helen's
used
to tell
me
was dressed
in white.
As many
as eleven
men asked
was a
lot
There
and
men up beyond
Kilbecanty
one night
sitting
together drinking,
them got up
and see her and when and
and
set out to
go
he
to Ballylee
but Cloon
then,
he came to
fell
that
only
a child
when he saw
that
'
her,
remembered
was among
the strongest
man
us,
This
is
perhaps the
man
is
the
There
an old
The
Twilight,
woman who remembers her, at Derrybrien among the Echtge hills, a vast desolate
place,
little
since the
old
poem
the
mindful of
many poems
She
the
was so white
had two
little
blushes
on her cheeks.'
And
close
tales
an old wrinkled
by
of
Ballylee,
the
Sidhe,
often
saw
indeed.
was drowned
in
Mary Guthrie
that
was
of
I
in
them was
at her
wake
she
much
ture.
of the world.
One day
that field
beyond, and
was
tired,
and
'Dust hath
closed Helen's
eye#
who
a glass of
new
milk.'
This old
me woman
beautiful bright
knew an
evils
old
man
he
is
dead now
'
who
all
the world,'
that
Sidhe
little
gold to
know
at
colour.
too
says,
young
'
to
remember
says
Mary
there
is
Hynes,
Everybody
no one at
;
all
to
be seen now so
hair,
handsome
it is
said she
had beautiful
She was
And
if
she
went
all
to
be
killing
her,
It is
said
made about
them
will
much admired are, it is held, taken by the Sidhe, who can use ungoverned feeling for their own ends, so
are
that a father, as an old herb doctor told
Those who
me
once,
may
into
their
The
if
ad-
one
God
bless
them
'
when
one's eyes
upon them.
The
old
have
taken
many
handsome, and
?
why would
came from
And people
and
maybe
"
there were
bless her."
at
'
some
God
An
'
old
man who
little
lives
by the sea
that she
Duras has as
doubt
was taken,
1
some
to
the pattern
there
said to be the
'
pattern,' or
'
patron,'
is
a festival in honour of
a saint.
44
it
may
'
Dust hath
Helen's eye
*
we
forget to
their beliefs,
their
emotions,
are
many
years
Greek world,
that set
men of learning. She had seen too much of the world but these old men and women, when they tell of her, blame
are our
' ' ;
men
by on the
The
the
poet
who helped
her to so
much
Some
think that
'
saw
enough
some
may have
been
all
at the
end of
his
life.
Fable makes
The
Celtic
blind people
Twilight,
and the
day,
if
sun.
I
asked a
man
met one
na mna
when
was looking
for a pool
women of faery have been seen, how Raftery could have admired Mary
Sidhe where
Hynes
blind
?
so
much
if
He
said,
think
Raftery was
things,
power
to
more,
is
given
to
them/
that he
Everybody, indeed,
will tell
you
was very
wise, for
blind
but a poet?
have already
gift of
the
poetry and
is
That
why
in
times an
ignorant
man coming
down from
man
they got
from
God
;
'
and a man
at
Coole says,
When
his
he put
his finger to
Helen's eye
'
one part of
come
book
says,
;
to
'
him
as
was written
at
in
Kiltartan
'
He
time,
and he talked
in
Irish.
and
say
it
answered
him back
Some
it
it,
it
was the
and
knowledge of
all
The bush
to
this
and Rahasine.'
There
I
is
poem
of
which
and
it
friend of
Maurteen Gillane
told Dr.
Hyde
that
all
Th e Celtic
Twilight,
he
lay,
and
'
'
that
and
all
him.
They gave
songs.'
that honour to
a poet,
It
may be
who
her
changes mortalities
Mary Hynes
the
and Raftery
to
perfect
symbols of
1900.
11
When
ago
I
was
in a
had a long
talk with a
lived in
He
girl
me
that
in
was born
come from
tune with
He
of several
beautiful
girls
that
he
had
'Dust hath
Helen's
It
was
he
I
said,
to
I
be
proud of and
written
wish
the
had
for
out
words
at
time,
they were
of
more
them.
picturesque
than
my memory
1902.
49
The
Celtic
Twilight.
Cope's mountain lives 'a strong farmer,' a knight of the sheep they would have
called
him
in the
Gaelic days.
Proud of
his descent
clans of the
Middle Ages, he
is
man
of
words and
in his deeds.
There
is
but
one
man
lives
man
'
away upon
?
'
Father
heaven, what
have
done
to
deserve this
pipe
;
he says
when he has
but he
rival his
lost his
and no man
who
lives
language on a
day over a
bargain.
his
He
is
hand.
One day
O'Donnell.
the old
sudden silence
his
fell
upon
two daughters.
said
At
last
eldest daughter
some-
what
severely
to
.
her
father,
.
'
Go and A
The
in
Knight
of the Sheep.
old
man went
he
will
out,
look-
He
says
us.'
'Go
some
out,' said
him
into the
back
and
give
him
whiskey.'
his
Her
father,
who had
sullenly,
just
finished
I
dinner,
obeyed
and
heard the
little
room
men.
sat
evening
shut
then
to
the
The daughter
said,
'
turned
is
me and
Mr. O'Donnell
year he
the tax-gatherer,
and
last
raised
my
sent
sage,
father
was very
angry,
and
when
and
dairy,
him a great
O'Donnell
its
deal.
replied,
;
" that
officers
but
my
no witness.
At
too,
my
and sorry
The
Celtic
When
they were
Twilight,
man
of
my
this
father's
ing,
and
He
sent the
man away on
swear
heard of
it I
When
was disgusted
fuss
that
he should
over a miserable
when
heard
left
him heart-broken,
father be kind to
resolved to
make my
to see a neighbour,
When
came
to the
door
heard
angry voices
inside.
could
fro.
and
at sight of
my
was reminded of
and asked
his
I
peaceful
me
I
if
knew where
the
whiskey was.
52
had
it
into the
cupboard, and
it
Knight
Sheep.
to find
and get
it
of the tax-gatherer.
He
than
feeble
type.
my
friend,
He
was not
like
him,
a robust,
successful
whose
earth.
feet find
I
You
are doubtless
I
stock of the
well the
old O'Donnells.
in the
know
of
hole
river
where
a serpent with
many
Yes,
sur,'
he
replied,
'
am
of princes.'
We
then
fell
to talking of
my
up
his
last
beard,
but
At
hope
the
go,
will
'
gaunt
gatherer got up
said,
'
to
and
my
a
friend
we
53
have
no,'
glass
together
next year.'
No,
was the
The
Celtic
answer,
too
quite
'
shall
lost
'
Twilight,
have
sons,'
said
'
the
other,
in
a gentle
like
voice.
But
your sons
then the
flush
were not
my
son.'
And
and
and had
them
some
common
words
or
other,
fallen
an angry discussion of
If
I
the
had not
reverie
out,
I
the
let
children
of
it
should have
them
fight
and
The
this
had the
pass him.
this
is
He
and
and
his tale of
how
it
was.
He
at cards in
wicked
cabin.
woman had
ace
once lived
of the
in
this
players threw
54
down an
began
to
His
Knight
Sheep.
my
there
friend said,
is
'
All
in
is
not
here
spirit
him.'
They
The wooden
bolt
bolt,
and
at
once the
it,
and they
55
The
Celtic Twilight.
AN ENDURING HEART
One day
a sketch of
old
my
The
and,
by,
when
love-making, she
Oh,
father, tell
him
affair.'
The
the
old
man
said,
Nobody
ever
marries
woman he
'
loves,'
There
were
the
fifteen of
them
woman I married,' and he repeated many women's names. He went on to tell how when he was a lad he had worked
for his
grandfather,
called
his
mother's father,
and was
(my
friend
has forgotten
why) by
will
his grandfather's
name, which we
say
was Doran.
I
He
had a great
;
friend,
whom
shall call
John Byrne
went
to
and
his friend
Queens-
town
to await
an emigrant
ship, that
was
to take
John Byrne
to America.
When
saw a
ably,
girl sitting
on a
An
Heart,
in front of
Doran
wrong.
think
will
know what
is
That man
man
will
be her
is
How
she
is
crying
but
Pre-
think
little
to talk together.
The emigrant
days
side
;
some
happily,
be seen.
When
had
came, and
Doran
to break
to her that
he was not
him than
after
the
first
lover.
Doran
whispered to
The
Celtic
ship,
'
Now, Byrne,
don
t
don't
grudge her
Twilight,
to you, but
marry young.
got
to
in
this,
When
farmer's
with,
'
the
story
the
daughter
joined
mockingly
good,
father.'
insisted
;
that he
had
said
for Byrne's
good
and
went on
to tell
letter
telling of Byrne's
engagement
to the girl,
Years
;
and
At
last
out,
and though
tidings,
for
More
years
went
by,
and
his wife
He
found an excuse
to
in
go out
to
America
and
to begin
fell
his search
talk with
again.
One day he
53
into
an Irishman
in a railway carriage,
his
way
was, about
that,
and
miller's
and he named
'
woman he was
'
looking
is
for.
Oh
yes,'
she
married to a friend
of mine, John
MacEwing.
She
lives
at
Doran
not
real
went
to
at her door.
'
and was
his
changed.'
He
gave her
after his
name
of the
in
the train.
She did
husband would
but
for
all
do not
know why, and perhaps he did why, he never told her who he
put her head
to cry,
not
know was. At
down on
59
He
was
afraid
to Byrne,
and
soon
When
story,
the
man had
finished
the
he
said,
he
will
make
could
poem about
said,
'
it,
perhaps.'
father.
Oh
no,
make a poem about a woman Alas! I have never made the like that.' poem, perhaps because my own heart,
Nobody
all
the lovely
and
fickle
women
too sore.
to
is
well not
1902.
60
THE SORCERERS
In
Ireland
The
Sorcerers.
we hear
1
but
little
of
the
darker powers,
upon
the
fantastic
and
capricious,
and
which
unite
is
their breath of
life,
were they
to
them
And
ever
man
is,
who would
honey
in
who
store their
who
flit
They
power of piercing
into
better now.
We
than
I
much
as the
Scottish,
and yet
The
Twilight,
their
those
a terrible
The dark
said,
is
day and
upon an old
tree
and that
is
we do
not
merely
been but
little
practised.
have indeed
come
who
communicate with
I
evil
powers,
their
purpose
those
live. like,
They
are mainly
for the
and meet
in
They would
me
into
this
me
not
'Come
to
us,'
said
their
leader,
'and we
will
show you
spirits
who
62
will talk to
you
face
to face,
and
t
in
The
Sorcerers.
as our own.'
I
communicating
angelical
with the
children
the
and
he
we can
'I
;
when
or
'Yes,'
said,
will
'
come
I
to
you,'
but
will not
permit
will
become
entranced,
and
therefore
know whether
talk of are
be touched
and
felt
I
those
upon them-
spoke
cast
of,
seemed unlikely
to
do more than
the
it
mind
into
trance,
and thereby
powers
bring
he
said,
The
Celtic
move
Twilight,
people
of them.'
am
talk.
accurately as
On
the
night
arranged
turned
up
back room.
He
left
was dressed
in
a black
gown,
like
an inquisitor's dress
in
an old
drawing, that
holes.
Upon
the table
painted
symbols,
crossed
daggers,
like
and
certain implements
shaped
to
quern
the
did
stones,
control
I
also put
it
on a black gown,
fit
did not
perfectly,
and that
it
interfered with
my movements
considerably.
The
its
The
Sorcerers.
throat
with
one
of
the
daggers, letting
bowl.
the blood
fall
He
Before he had
man
of about twenty-five,
came
also,
I
in,
and having
put on a black
at
gown
seated himself
the
my
left
hand.
had
invoker
the
small
in
holes
his
I
hood,
affecting
me
a curious way.
their
struggled hard
against
influence,
and
my
first
head
began
to ache.
The
invocation continued,
for
the
few
Then
the
hall,
so that
slit
light
and
no
sound
from
the
deep
guttural
murmur
of the invocation.
65
F
The
Celtic
Presently the
man
at
my
left
'
swayed
Twilight,
god
god
'
did not
after
moment
any
clouds
I
were forming
fall
me.
I
felt
must
into
a trance
it,
did
not
struggle against
was out of
harmony with
itself,
I
After a struggle
clouds,
my
The two
sorcerers
now began
in
to see black
man
The
invoker appeared
in
be gradually increasing
to feel as
if
power, and
began
itself
i
The
Sorcerers.
me and now too noticed that the man on my left hand had passed into
about
,
t I
a death-like
effort
I
trance.
off the
With
the
last
great
;
drove
black clouds
only
but
I
feeling
them
to
be
shapes
and
asked
for
them,
and
after
the
needful
sorcerers
your
spirits
said to the
'
would go out of
this room,'
he answered,
but got
he had learned
from his
more,
for
father.
He
it
would not
tell
me
I
he had,
appeared, taken a
vow
of secrecy.
and grotesque
The
The
Twilight.
and
desirable,
beautiful,
now
now
in
quaintly
grotesque,
their
but the
un-
balanced natures
horror.
68
THE DEVIL
My
old
The
Devil.
Mayo woman
told
me one day
it
was,
told
knew
quite well.
me
to
made
love to by one
devil.
whom
of
be the
One
When
she
The
other was
her
feet.
It
that
it
it
All of a sudden
and he vanished.
The
Celtic
know
of an old
man
too,
on the slopes
.
Twilight,
of
devil ringing
may be
was
wood
into
whose cloven
trouble.
70
Happy and
iKg^
'
A Mayo woman
knew a
priest
servant girl
who hung
1
herself for
She was
and her
society,
She was no
and
if it
said she
So nothing matters
God.'
I
you do
do
not wonder at
the
pleasure
she has in
them quickly
to her lips.
She
told
me
afterwards
see
She has
described to
1
me
The
7i
The
Twilight,
description ex-
Her mind
pleasant and
One day
she asked
me what
I
When
answered that
did
month of May,
lily
of the
because
it
what
is
of winter
did not
and so she
said, 'the
'
vengeance of God.
Christ
manly pro-
go together
all
in
He
alone of
all
men was
little
others are a
more
or a
little less.
sights
of
the
and
call
them
They
and many
to the
Theologians,
window
long
to
them
They The
'
easily
when she
was
in service in
little
I
morning a
1
Last night
it
was
waiting
up
for
the
master and
I
was a quarter-past
eleven.
table.
" King's
County
till
I I
all
over," says
I,
and
laughed
It
was a
warning
long.
I
They
told
to themselves.'
who saw
'
a faery and
and she
faery, but
said,
It
been a
some bad
It
nobody
I
was a demon.
The
Celtic Twilight,
was not
afraid
at
some
work and
up the
went to
stairs like
all
an
and squealing.
It
the doors.
I
It
where
was.
through
fire.
There
went
was a man
out to meet
in
my
He
faeries
you do good
to
them they
will
do good
you, but
said to me,
'
They
are
ii
There
village
ness.
is,
however, a
man
in a
Galway
who can see nothing but wickedSome think him very holy, and
him a
little
others think
crazed, but
some
74
of
his
talk
reminds
one
of
those
are
could
not
imagine
is
this
man
seeing
Paradise.
He
are
faery,
feet that
so
common among
them,
to
who
are
prove them
He
so,'
will
many
that say
'
certain
He
says,
'
There
is
a priest
know
of
like as if
he
you want
them
you'll
dancing, but
feet.'
Yet he was so
all
things for
their
The
Twilight,
that
he thinks that
'
to bid
It
go.
was
he says,
'after
walking back
Kinvara
I
and down
by the wood
I
beyond
felt
way he
make a sound like the hoofs of a horse. So I stopped and turned around and said, very loud, " Be off!" and he went and never troubled me after. And I knew a man who was dying, and one came on his bed, and he cried out to it, "Get out of
that,
"
and
it
left
him.
the
fall
God
was
said, "
there
it
in
a moment.'
An
us,
old
woman
a pity
who was
sitting
'
by the
fire
joined in as he
it's
God
save
He
He
all
went
on,
'
And
And
76
Theologians.
opened.'
He
if it
understood
the
story,
it
seems, as
tale.
'
folk
had a
sight of
one time
in
a vision.
it,
It
had a
all
of metal, and
it,
just
into a gentleman's
with
And
but to the
naces,
left
and they
great chains.
So
away, and
in
I
turning
looked again at
it.
saw Purgatory.
It
be
but
in
it
one bright
it.
blaze,
and
And
they suffer
77
The
Twilight,
near as
much
devils with
them
hope of Heaven.
*
And
I
heard a
to
call to
me
from there,
"
Help
me
when
know
this
in the
county, and
believe
him
to
be a
So
I
stretched out
my hand
first,
but
the
then
be burned
in
flames before
of you."
So then he
Well, help
I
me
do.
And
he's
and
a very clever
man
to
make a
sermon,
made
Water he brought
1902.
78
The
Last
Gleeman.
Black
Pitts, in
Faddle Alley.
and be-
came thereby a
able to send
him
to
rhyme
have
at street corners
Liffey.
and
at the bridges
They may
well
full
of such
free
sight, his
mind became a
into
rhyme
or
quaint
to
By
the time he
had grown
manhood he was
all
the
ballad-mongers of the
who
in after days,
when
the
in
true
Moran was
no more, strutted
79
The
Twilight.
in
borrowed
homage
all
him chief of
their tribe.
Nor
despite
he find any
difficulty in
and choose,
for
dear
be-
cause she
loves
is
the
unexpected,
bewildering.
rags,
Nor
is
re-
caper sauce,
going so
nation at
indeed
in
as to fling a
He
and
was
not,
at,
cape
edge,
his
old
corduroy
his stout
and
made
:
by a thong of
leather
The
Last
-i
iiiii-
Gleeman.
in
Cork.
And
newsman
wife or
of the people.
In the morning
when he had
newspaper
until
he interrupted with,
That'll
do
have
me
meditations
;
'
and
from
these
meditations would
jest
come
and rhyme.
He had the
whole Middle
Ages under
He
had
however, MacConglinne's
when
when
thing more
solid,
he would
recite or sing a
or of Biblical adventure.
at a street corner,
He would
stand
The
Celtic
as follows
Twilight,
knew
puddle
him)
(I v
Gather
round
me,
I ?
'
boys,
Boys,
am
standin' in
am
standin' in wet
'
Thereon
!
Ah, no
yez not
with St.
Go on
'
Mary; go on
with Moses
each
calling for
Then Moran,
with a susclutch at
body and a
All
;
'
me
and
If
and diversion
I'll
some of yez a
case,'
by way of warning
recitation,
or perhaps
delay, to ask,
'Is there a
crowd round
heretic
blackguard
me now? around me ?
'
Any The
St.
best-known of
was
Mary
solemnity,
much Mary
Bishop Coyle.
how
a fast
woman
of Egypt,
to
Jerusalem
Th e
Last
Gleeman.
remainder of her
life
in solitary
When
God
at last
sent
and
lion,
whom He
sent also,
The poem
Moran was soon nicknamed Zozimus, and by that name is he remembered. He had
also a
poem
little
of his
went a
very near.
But he could
brook so-
own
:
to bathe in style.
To
A A
wad
83
o' straw.
The
Celtic
She tuk
'
it
up,
and
"Tare-and-agers,
child?'
which av yez
owns
the
Twill S ht
was
instance, to
first
stanza has
At the
come down
dirty
her throat,
coat,
He
got
among
the yeomen.
He
was a
And
in the streets
he wildly sang,
He
had
troubles
of divers
kinds,
and
numerous
interlopers to face
Once an
him
as a
vagabond,
but was
triumphantly routed
the
court,
The
Last
amid
the
laughter of
when
he
the prealso,
beggarman.
serious
He
face
more
grew.
difficulty
his
fame
all sides.
made
as
many
guineas as
Moran
up upon the
stage.
One
was
at
was overdone or
settle
it
not.
It
was agreed
the mob.
to
by an appeal
supper
at
to
forty-shilling
a famous coffee-
The
actor
a small crowd.
'
by
in great
The
Celtic
Good
'
Chris-
Twilight,
tians,
is
it
possible
that
man
*
Who's
that
It's
some
imposhterer,'
replied
1
Moran.
Begone,
you wretch
it's
you'ze
the
imposhterer.
light of
for
is
there no protection
against
You're
most
inhuman
of
blaguard to try to
honest
deprive
way,'
me
my
poor
bread
this
replied
Moran.
'
And
me go
on with the
poem.
Christian
man away ?
darkness.'
he's taking
advantage of
my
The pretender,
the best of
it,
sympathy and
the poem,
Moran
bewildered silence.
protested again with
'
After a while
:
Moran
The Last
Gleeman.
Is
it
possible that
me ?
4
myself
and
that's
some one
Before
in
call
on yez
to contribute
your charitable
on.'
donations to help
*
me
?
to
go
Have you no
of
mocker
heaven
beside
cried
Moran, put
completely
injury.
'
himself
by
this
last
Would you
? ?
wickedness known
1
leave
it
to yourselves,
'
my
friends,' said
the pretender,
to give
to
all
know
me
collected
some pennies
so,
and
half-pence.
Moran
started his
Mary
him,
of Egypt, but the indignant crowd seizing his stick were about to belabour
when they
fell
The
Twilight,
by
The
pretender
now
called to
them
to 'just give
him a grip of
let
that villain,
They
lings
him over
to
hand, and
to
turning to the
crowd explained
much
en-
April
that
Michael
Moran was
in
dying.
He
Street,
on a straw bed,
ballad-singers
a room
to
full
of ragged
his
last
come
fiddles
cheer
moments.
ballad-singers, with
like,
many
and the
wake,
fine
knew
way
of rann,
tale,
old saw, or
quaint rhyme.
said his prayers
He
had had
his day,
had
and made
88
his confession,
send-off?
day.
The
The
Last
good party of
and
nasty.
They had
'
'
when one
of
with
'
It's
Garra','
replied another,
we'll all
be as
stiff
as the
corpse
when we get
to the berrin-ground.'
'Bad
he'd
held
out another
month
until
the
man
called Carroll
and they
parted.
all
drank
was
over-weighted,
and
they
had
not
felt
kingdom he was
Let us hope that
drinking
honour.
region
call
was
found
him,
where he can
89
dishevelled
The
Twilight,
angels about
new and
of his old
will
yez
me?
I
And
hear what
have to say
me
My
and
at
fling
outrageous
quips
and cranks
Perhaps he
gathered, ragamuffin
High Truth,
for
the
whose lack
many
90
Regina,
Regina Pigmeorum,
Veni.
One
lived
who had
his,
all
wheels, a
young
to
girl,
who
was reported
be enough of a seer to
lights
fields
among
the cattle,
walking
along
far
We
talked of the
sometimes
called,
and came
in the
midst
its
I
under
it
in the
girl if
She stood
saw
that she
trance,
for a
was passing
in
waking
troubled her,
boom
I
of the
then called
The
Celtic
Twilight,
moment
or two
i-ii she
talking,
in
hear music
and then a
sound of confused
stamping their
and of people
applaud some
feet as if to
unseen performer.
friend
Up
to this to
my
fro
other
and
some
yards
but
now he passed
be interrupted,
close to us,
he heard
somewhere beyond
had begun
also.
the rocks.
We
The
him
In a
girl,
had begun
mingle
seemed
as big as
I
in Ireland are
sometimes
as
bigger,
and sometimes,
have been
about three
92
feet high.
The
old
Regina,
Regina Pigmeorum,
Veni.
call
the
her
command.
moment
very
tall
woman came
trance,
which what we
call
the unreal
a masterful
itself
gleam
shadowy blossom
girl tell this
of dim hair.
tall
we might
I
had
to
repeat the
command myself.
if
I
The
creatures
remember
rightly,
in four
bands.
One
Mayo woman
something
or
little.
so
often
quote,
thinks that
it
is
in
seem big
93
The
Twilight,
boughs
in
their hands,
necklaces
made apparently
I
cannot remember,
in that
tell
for
gleaming
the
seer
woman.
asked her to
the
greatest
Her
inaudible.
that
she
distinctly.
No,
for
there
little
further
it
ahead.
was
away
and
if so,
had taken ?
We
change the
bodies,'
'
Are any
life?'
'Yes.'
'Do
'You
do.'
'Who
are they?'
It
would
I
then
moods
'
'She
Regina,
my
friend,
'but pigmeorum,
much
like
human human
in the
Vem
beings do.'
as to her nature,
seemed
to puzzle her.
At
last
me upon
the
sands
the sands of
know
I
Be
careful,
and do
us.'
too
much about
her,
I
Seeing that
had offended
thanked
told,
and
In a
little
trance,
and
felt
tell
can,
the history.
best,
and
hinges,
The
Celtic
Twilight,
can
catch
the
It
far
were
but
us
all
if
we would
Windsor
Forest,
'
God
visiteth
His children
in
dreams.
Tall,
let
me
96
'And
Fair,
Fierce
Women.'
woman
Blake
that
know came
least
beauty which
says
changes
arts,
since
that
call
place.
at
is
to
be
when she
the finest
woman you
side
and a dagger
up
in
her hand,
in white,
and
feet.
not cruel.
the
Irish
The
giant,
old
woman had
'though
seen
and
he
was a
fine
'
man,' he
was
nothing to this
woman,
was
for
he was round,
sol'
she
like
97
Mrs.
The
Celtic
neighbourhood,
'
but
Twilight,
and broad
in the shoulders,
she
The
her
old
woman
and
covered her
eyes
with
hands,
the apparition
l
wild
was Queen
to
Maive,
pilots.
who
I
shows herself
the
woman
if
she had
said,
seen
'
others like of
Some
them have
down, but
one sees
hair
in
the
papers.
like
this
Those with
one.
their
up are
The
have short
their
so that
to the
I
legs
right
up
questioning
she
went
on,
'
They
the
in
are
fine
and dashing
'
And
Fair,
Fierce
looking,
like
men
Women.'
their horses
swinging.'
1
over,
There
is
so
finely
said,
and
then
The
present
Queen
is
a nice,
is
pleasant-looking
like her.
not
little
What makes me
is
think so
of the ladies
that
meaning
as the
spirits.
When
think
knowIs
ing
it
how
on
right.
call
the ladies
at
women
all.'
Why, The
would not
them
Galway
that
'
and overcame
stick,
for
the hazel
blessed,
and the
best
weapon
You might
Queen
Victoria.
99
The
Twilight,
it,'
but
she grew
in
the end
oh
very
Best leave
the hearer.'
My
woman had got some scandal about Fergus son of Roy and Maive in her head. And I myself met once with a young man in the Burren Hills who remembered an old poet who made his poems in
Irish
the young
self
1
man
said,
Maive,
and said
among them,' and asked him if he would He said he have money or pleasure.
would have pleasure, and she gave him
her love for a time, and then went from
him, and ever after he was very mournful.
the
The young man had often heard him sing poem of lamentation that he made,
it
was
'
very
of
all
beauties.'
1902.
100
ENCHANTED WOODS
I
'
Enchanted Woods.
had finished
my
day's work,
used to go wandering
there
I
in certain
would
talk
often
to
him about
me
to
whom
more
all
He
had spent
away
the
privet
the
paths,
He
grainne oge,' he
him
certain
apples
by
rolling
is
about
until there
an apple
He
there
is
certain too
in
whom
some kind of
old Irish.
He
says,
'Cats
The
Twilight,
ca t s at the time of
the world.
to
kill,
in
That
it
is is
why
and why
If
dangerous to meddle
cat
it
with them.
you annoy a
might
way
that
that
would put
be the
and
would
Sometimes he thinks
cats,
and then a
;
their tails
but
same
as the
marten
woods.
cats,
the
as
away and
he hates
became
wild.
He
whom
though
pleasure as he remembers
hedgehogs unroll
under them.
I
am
He
told
me
102
like,
above
all,
to
be
;
in the
Enchanted Woods.
forths
'
and
and he
will certainly
pass from
some
story about
spirit
with less
is
going
beast
a rare
now-a-days.
Many
in
loft
work
him
in the
garden, and
a
full
to
sleep
garden-house
of apples,
where
and
all
there was a
his
head
in
Once, at any
in the
rate,
he has seen
an unearthly sight
1
woods.
He
says,
One
time
in
Inchy,
and about
I
o'clock
one
girl
morning when
got there
saw a
down
tall
hair,
and she
face,
me coming
103
The
Celtic Twilight,
And
I
never again.'
He
we would
use
words
spirits in the
Enof
A
his
is
labourer told
us
what a friend of
the
had seen
in a part of
woods
that
called
Shanwalla, from
some
He
from
and he
Shanwalla,
bid
me
good-night.
And two
again
hours
in
after,
there
he was
back
the
me
was
An' he told
me
that
when
he got
round
and then
vanished and
left
him.'
104
A woman
in the river.
stile
told
me
Enchanted
She
said,
with
me
and a great
trees
blast of
and two
fell
out of
that
went up
And
those
were with
I
me saw many
the
trees
figures, but
myself
the
bank where
had
told
Dark
clothes he
on,
and he was
that
headless.'
man
me
in
certain
field,
full
of
is
where the
woods.
He
'
said to the
fling
a pebble
on
bush
it
will stay
on
it,'
meaning
i:hat
go through
it.
So
The
Celtic
soon as
.
it
hit
came out
Twilight,
of
it
was heard/
They
back
ran
they
looked
and
saw
woman
First
it
was
ii
say as
learned
Ilissus,
Socrates said
opinion
enough
for me.'
believe
is
when
full
am
in the
nature
see,
of people
grotesque, and
some wicked
1
very
many
beautiful
far
Enchanted Woods,
in pleasant
and
Even when I was a boy I could never walk in a wood without feeling that at any moment I might find before me
somebody or something
for without
I
knowing what
will
looked
for.
And now
little
at
You
too meet
with a like imagination, doubtless, somewhere, wherever your ruling stars will have
it,
Moon,
I
may
be, to the
edges of the
sea.
will
is
nothing
where our
fore-
vague presence as
If
little
moving
as nothing.
beauty
is
we were taken
to sit at
our birth,
it
will
it
not
we
will find
better
home by
the
fire
and
fatten a lazy
107
The
Celtic
body or
;
to run hither
and thither
in
some
Twilight,
foolish
sport
show
that light
say
to
myself,
we who have
all
neither
simplicity nor
men
them and
and
if
They
off,
as
think,
we we
shall
we
die
but
keep
our
it
natures
simple
and
passionate.
May
day we
or
'
shall fight
dragons
among
blue
hills,
come
to that
whereof
all
romance
is
but
Of man's misdeeds
as the old
men thought
in
in
The Earthly
good
spirits.
1902.
108
MIRACULOUS CREATURES
There
are marten cats and badgers and
Miraculous
Creatures,
can take.
in
and out of
They
fear,
they are of
them
that
fly
among
the
thickets
are
I
about
the
rein
Gates of
Death.
A
'
man
know
members
the
wood
of Inchy,
He
was
sitting
by the
wall,
Owbawn
was
feet
on the ground
feet of a deer.
sound of the
it
And when
passed him,
109
the
dog got
The
Celtic
Twilight.
there as
if it
was
afraid,
but
still
he
So when
it
was passed
'
he
Another
man
says,
'
my
father told
me
he was
or three
in
men from
it
had an
water,
fainted
eel-spear,
and he thrust
into the
and
hit
man
to
him out of
when he came
was,
whatever
it
it
was not
'
friend of
mine
is
convinced that
these
lakes,
terrible
creatures,
so
common
the
in
were
by subtle
gates
of
enchanters
to
watch over
thinks that
if
wisdom.
spirits
He
we
sent our
down
we would make
them of one substance with strange moods of ecstasy and power, and go out it may be
to the conquest of the world.
We
would,
first
to outface
no
full
Miraculous
more powerful
It
life
than
that
if
they were
really alive.
at
may be
fear
them
without
last
endured the
adventure, that
death.
1902.
in
The
Celtic
Twilight.
friend
who can
went
lately
get
the
wood-
cutter to talk
else
more
She
from
of old
as
full
Aristotle
was very
wise,
and he
him
in the
end
He
wanted
to
the
it.
Then he made
it
and put
over
But when
had
it all
was as
He
said
then.
1902.
The
Swine of the Gods.
him
when he was a young man and out with some Connaught Fenians.
were but a
side
until
left
drilling
They
hill-
car-full,
place.
They
hill
with their
and
As
they
saw a very
them.
that
it
One
was a
of
them
fairy pig,
and they
all
began
to run to
too,
The
pig ran
this
mock
became
lives.
real terror,
and they
When
pig
they got to
made
but
followed.
Then one of them put up his rifle to fire, but when he looked along the barrel he
could see nothing.
The
TwUight.
a corner and
t0
came
to
a village.
They
t ^ie
like,
to
When
they turned
114
A VOICE
One day
I
I
A
bit of
Voice.
marshy ground
felt,
Wood when
for
all
of a
sudden,
and only
I
said to myself
me
a sense of weakness, of
Being
somewhere
near at hand.
No
me
for this
That night
awoke
lying
upon
my
ing above
is
me and
saying,
'
No human
soul
like
soul,
and there-
God
in
for
infinite,
for
the
after
same need
this
I I
A A
few nights
the
loveliest
awoke
see
people
young man
olive-green
and a young
dressed in
"5
The
Twilight,
standing at
girl
my
bedside.
looked at the
stiff
embroidery
But what
me
mildness of her
faces
now.
It
was
it
few faces
had
neither,
is
one would
the
in
light
fear
that
in
desire or in
It
hope or
or
in
speculation.
faces
was peaceful
or
like
like
the
of animals,
mountain
it
pools at
little
evening,
I
so
peaceful that
for
was a
sad.
thought
the
that
have a face
like this
shall
never know.
1902.
116
KIDNAPPERS
Kidnappers.
hundreds of
feet
above the
a small
No
mortal
;
it
with his
hand
no
grass
There
is
no more inaccessible
more
enIt
by awe
to the
deep considering.
In the middle
of night
troop
rushes
All
night
the gay
unless perhaps
'
where, in
'
gentle
place
night-
Drumcliff
capped
chief the
'
or
Drum-a-hair
of
the
To
heads
faery-doctors
may be
their
what mis-
gentry
'
are doing.
by red-hatted
shrill
riders,
and the
air is full
of
voices
a sound
117
like whistling, as
an
The
Celtic
ancient
Scottish
seer
Twilight,
who
said.
'
speak much
in the throat,
like the
Irish,'
wed
capped
doctors
care,
'
will
common
do
Somethe
in the
happy enough,
but
doomed
live
ment
not
without sorrow.
Through
this
a penny'),
princes, but
Somewhere about
Market
Street, Sligo,
is,
shop now
Where he came
There
had
also
from,
none ever
those
knew.
days, a
was
in Sligo, in
husband
mysteriously
sick.
The
doctors could
make nothing
wrong
with
of him.
Nothing seemed
him,
yet
Away went
shop parlour.
straight
up before the
and
She
had
to say to her-
Fruit must be
Opendon
black, the
came
same
in.
He
was dressed
and
all in
as the cat,
in
his wife
walked behind
him dressed
black likewise.
little
She gave
bottle in
The
Celtic
return.
that time.
Twilight.
and
cat, wife,
and doctor
all
vanished the
night after.
fell
In a year the
man Ormsby
felt
Now
wife
called
on the
as he
'
faery-doctor
at Cairnsfoot.
tale,
As soon
he went
making
time
spells.
Her
after
this
also.
But
fatal
third
to
Cairnsfoot,
came
in
and
told her
;
it
was no
use
her
and sure
after
and ever
when
and
it
either.
that a log
of
wood was
left
behind
it
in his
so bewitched that
of her husband.
She
living
for
is
dead now
herself,
but
many
I
still
remember
her.
She was,
else
believe,
a time a servant or
a kind
of
my
own.
off are
many
years
seven usually
Many
suddenly
years
ago a
woman
vanished
her husband.
When
her son,
who was
received word in
and imprisoned
time in a
house
in
to see him.
Glasgow
seemed
the
those
days of sailing-ships
to the peasant
For a
gow
at last
down
in a cellar
121
he saw his
The
Twilight,
mother working.
said,
She was happy, she and had the best of good eating, and
?
and therewith
;
laid all
was trying
to cast
on him the
refused
and
came home
Some
five miles
southward of Sligo
is
cause of
its
It is
or wild
duck.
Out of
this
in
lake,
stone
Ben Once
house
men began
them
in flames.
to
drain
it
suddenly one of
he saw
his
They
was but
on
the
glamour.
To
is
this
hour
shown a half-dug
impiety.
the
signet
of their
122
little
way
from
this
lake
heard
a Kidnappers.
beautiful
kidnapping.
heard
white
it
from a
little
old
to
woman
in
cap,
who
sings
herself in Gaelic,
to the other as
foot
A
the
his
at nightfall to the
in
way
bride.
They were
a wife
faeries,
and had
chief
stolen
her as
for
the
of
their band.
To him
company
welcome,
should
of
merry mortals.
old
love,
His
bride,
bade him
lest
most
fearful
he
be
that
faery
food,
and
so
glamoured
bloodless
out
of
the
earth
into
dim
nation, wherefore
she set
him down
cavalcade
;
and he
played on,
realizing
bride
away
in
his
arms.
The
Twilight,
company melted
into
shadow and
night.
He
the
As he drew
keeners.
before
he came.
Some
this
noteless
Gaelic
poet
ballad,
had
into
forgotten
verses
of
which
my
me.
stolen people
good
The Kirwans 1
are a family
much rumoured
it
man and
spirit,
may
well be that
Legend mixes
124
the descendants of a
man and
the
spirit.
Kidnappers.
for beauty,
have
read
that
mother
of
was of
their
Liverpool with
in
middle
England.
That evening,
slip of
as
he
a boy came
his
In
such and
'
such
place,
he
answered.
the
slip
of a
boy
' ;
that
stable will
be
burnt to-night'
He
else-
burnt down.
jockey
coming
race,
The race-time came round. At the last moment the boy ran forward and mounted,
saying,
'
If
strike
I
in
my
left
hand
all
will lose,
in
my
right
hand bet
For, said
The
Celtic Twilight.
told
me
the
tale,
I
'
the
might
cross with
and
all
that,
Banshee,
or
if
such
it
would
no more
Well,
mind than
was
that broom.'
When
do
for
this,'
What
can
you now
said
?
'
said he.
' :
Nothing but
has a
the
boy
my
mother
cottage
on
your
land
they stole
to her,
me
I
from the
cradle.
Be good
follows
horses go
watch that no
will
ill
them
but you
that
never see
himself
me
more.'
With
he
made
air,
and
vanished.
Sometimes animals
apparently
others.
are
carried
off
drowned animals
Claremorris,
more
than
In
Gal way,
Paddy
Flynn
widow with
fell
calf.
The cow
into
There
to
a Kidnappers.
woman
for
be wise
in these
things
and
to the
she told
him
the
down
told
calf
edge of
He
and
did
she
had
him,
and as
to
began
low,
told,
the cow's
Away
and
they
little
came
to
a royalty (a
name
for the
circular ditches,
forts,
commonly
is
called raths or
that
Ireland
Pagan
times).
all
or sitting
the people
mind
Bleed
told him,
said,
So he stuck
blood.
127
The
Celtic
spell,
to turn her
home-
Twilight,
ward.
the
Do
woman
on a bush
home
to
the
widow.
There
side
is
where
you of some
Two
lives
in
Lake
an old
stolen
away
her youth.
years
she was
brought
home
had no
off.
toes
left.
She had
danced them
stone
Many
door
in
stolen away.
It
is
far easier to
in cities
tell
than in
many
country places
could
you
of.
When
their heads,
one
thin
all
beyond the
cobweb
the senses,
Lake
in the south.
129
The
Celtic
Twilight.
one
of
the
great
troubles
of
that
emotions.
always something
in
in
our
enemy
we
like,
and something
entanglement of
old,
we
could
we might grow
But
sorrows
to
be long-lived
them.
until that
day
their
un-
tiring
joys and
must
ever
be
Love with
dancing
them
never
this
full
The Donegal peasants remember when they bend over the spade, or sit
of the heaviness of the fields beside
tell
stories
about
short
little
it
that
it
may
one
not be forgotten.
while
ago,
they say,
like a
two
faeries,
creatures,
130
like a
to a
farmers
i
The
Untiring Ones.
all
tidy.
The
next
the
they
came
again,
and while
all
the furniture
one
room,
and
having
arranged
round the
grandeur
all
the
came
never
to look at
tired.
them, but
still
The farmer
;
live at
three
it
to stand
them
that the
priest
was coming.
this
The
little
creatures
to their
went back
their
own
country,
and there
joy shall
last as
until
God
shall
it
kiss.
But
The
Twilight,
God-given
spirits,
an even
life
more than
feeling.
It
faery
abundance of
and
and
thither
by
the
winds
that
awakened
haps a
best.
the
stars,
the
dim
kingdom
perits
has acknowledged
little
their
birthright,
sadly,
She
of the
lay
sat
asleep
in
by rocking
when
came
a
in,
woman
Sidhe (the
faeries)
would never do
grow
first
in
the
to take
and bury
in the
as long as
remained unconsumed.
132
The
log,
The
Ones,
who came
to her at
in his turn
and
after another
also,
seven
and another
came
in his
and so on
until
husbands.
At
last
she
was a
scandal
to
the
whole
life.
sorry,
log,
and he
until
he found
died,
it,
and she
and
was buried
like
Christian,
and
Such a mortal
went
be
all
Doubtless
Clooth-na-bare
should
old
Cailleac
Bare,
Woman
Bare.
The
Celtic
Twilight.
life,
to
lake
in the
world
in
Lough
la,
on the top of
The two
on,
little
creatures
may
for
well dance
na-bare
peace,
they
have
known untrammelled
love,
with
feet
yes
'
and
'
no,'
or entangled their
'
maybe
'
and
'perhaps.'
The
great
winds
came and
perhaps the
Of
mother
of
the
Gods
herself.
friend
mine found
her, as
he
thinks, frequenting
Lough Leath,
the
or the Grey
Lake
Perhaps Lough la
mispronun-
my
mishearing, or
story-teller's
ciation of
Lough Leath,
many Lough
Leaths.
134
Earth, Fire
and Water.
writer that
read
when
went
their
was a boy,
the
into
heart
of
the
Jews
in
be
indestructible
children
of earth,
may
well
their
children.
we knew
might
the
find
Fire
that
Worshippers better we
have
fire
;
has ^iven
I
them a
little
of
its
nature
and
am
water,
has
all
but
made
if
its
image.
some
times
We
gave ourselves up
in old
to mythology,
where.
We
talked to
them
face to face,
and the
stories of that
i35
communion
are so
The
Celtic
many J
Even
that
.
all
the
Twilight,
hke stones
to-day
the
rest
of
Europe.
our
who
per-
the
condition of vision.
so
like
still
We
they
can
may
it
may
be,
their
own
life
moment
with a
fiercer
souls
come
to
be
from water'?
1902.
136
The Old
Town.
fell, one
into
night
some
fifteen
years
of
ago,
faery.
I
what
seemed
the
power
his
sister
friends and
relations of
my own
;
an old countryman
what he had
told us.
It
unknown
and
to
us,
the
threshold,
between
Sphinxes
sleeping
and
waking,
sit
where
Chimaeras
open-eyed
cannot
think
that
waking mind.
trees that
We
made
when
moving slowly
Her
until
we had walked
i37
for
about half-an-
The
Twilight,
of
the
river
and
down a narrow
ivy,
lane to
some
fields
where
and
the
foundations
of
what was
called
burned down,
day. so far
was
said,
in
Cromwell's
We
as
fields
had stood
I
for
can
of
recollect,
the
full
stones
and brambles
I
and
elder-bushes,
when
saw a small
it
seemed,
mounting
then
up slowly towards
the
sky
we saw
and
or two,
a bright
flame
like
moving
in
rapidly over
We
saw
all
it all
such a dream,
I
and
it
seems
so
it
unreal, that
have
never written of
ever spoken of
ing,
I
until
it,
weight
felt
in
the
argument.
recollections
have
that
my
the
things
seen
when
weakened must be
untrustworthy.
ever,
I
A
it
The Old
talked
over with
their
my
two
friends,
and compared
somewhat
own.
the
I
meagre
recollections with
my
all
That sense
of unreality was
more wonderful
heard sounds as
lights,
and
I
perfect distinctness
gfirl
The
was
sitting
and
of yards away,
if
when
heard a sound as
against
mirror,
I
and
while
was
looking
was alone
if
in
the
heard a sound as
something
my
me
head.
And
after
some days
to
came other
but to the
sights
girl,
it
her
the servants.
Now
was
of
bright
light,
now
139
it
was
letters
The
Celtic
fire
that
3
Twilight,
read,
now
in
it
was a L heavy
seemingly
/ foot
empty
moving
house.
live,
about
the
creatures
who
men
in
earlier
times,
town
of
first
or did they
river
come from
the
trees
for a
the banks
the
by
where
?
the
light
had shone
moment
1902.
140
HIS BOOTS
The Man
and
his
Boots.
in
Donegal that
man came
in
into the
the
one, and
out
his
feet
and
warmed
himself.
;
in his unbelief
night had
fallen,
slow
jump towards
first
it
And
there-
upon
man
in
that an invisible
them.
When
the
The
Celtic
slowly,
Twilight,
his head.
and
and the
jump past it and came in too. They jumped along towards him, and then
hit
out by his
own
its
doubter.
invisible being
geance
is
like the
142
A COWARD
One day
I
Coward.
was
at
the house of
my
who
lives
beyond
young
lad
who seemed
I
to
be
dis-
liked by the
two daughters.
asked
why
some
was
told
he was
for
whom
men and women with a nervous system too finely made for their
life
and work.
but
no,
that pink-and-white
and strong
sensibility.
he told
me
his story.
life,
He
one
until
two years
at
before,
night,
in,
and suddenly
it
himself
sinking
world.
as
a dead brother
He
The
Twilight,
down
the road.
He
From
but
day he gave up
hopeless
his
was
coward.
to look,
by day or
night,
upon
the spot
face,
and he often
it
;
to
avoid
nor
he
'
said,
country
home
feared
after a party if
he were alone.
He
the
impon-
144
The Three
O'Byrnes
is
a great
abundance of
is
excellent things.
There
;
there
the earth
and there
is
made
the desire
of man, but
into decay.
pilfer
old
if
and
fallen
we
try
and
kingdom
near
a village
Sleive League.
straying
Cashel
face
in
Nore.'
man
hair,
with a haggard
and unkempt
pieces,
and clothes
the
rath
falling
came
into
My
ing near
1
That
is
O'Byrne,'
after
was
the
this
answer.
story
:
few days
he learned
had
The
Celtic
been buried
in
Twilight,
and a number of
it
;
guard
was
to
be found and
the
belong to
family
of
O'Byrnes.
and
die.
Two
so.
The
first
until at last
coffin that
down
the mountain
to pieces.
The
next morning
The second
until
lid
he found the
and
the
within.
He
mad and
soon died.
of sight.
ging.
The treasure again sank out The third O' Byrne is now digbelieves
that
He
he
will
die
in
some
the
terrible
way
the
that
moment he
the
spell
finds
treasure, but
will
be
rich
made
they were of
146
old.
The Three
and the
EvllFaenes
-
saw the
He
He
;
took
it
up
there
was a hole
in
it
he looked
He
hurried
home
to the
when he got
where
he had seen
it.
i47
The
Celtic
Twilight.
and
please
I
Heaven
places of
unearthly resort.
them and
in
Drumcliff
the
in
is
lying- at
foot
mountain
whose
The
valley,
great St.
of
Columba
of the
himself,
the
in
builder
many
old
ruins
the
climbed
Rosses
is
and lying
in
the foam
midway between
Knocknarea and
for
hawks
'
But
for
Many
as the
**
rhyme
goes.
148
At
little
is
grass
a mournful,
haunted place.
fall
No
its
asleep under
low
cliff,
for
'silly,'
the 'good
soul.
off his
There
no more ready
this
short-cut to the
plovery headland,
ered
now from
sight
by mounds of sand,
'
full
of gold and
drawing-rooms.'
covered
it,
a dog strayed
far
inland.
These
forts
or
raths,
made
cover
before
all
modern
history
all
had begun,
Rosses and
Columkille.
has, like
The
most
in the midst.
Once when
was poking
who had come with me, and waited outside, knelt down by the
'
reading
'
peasant
149
The
Twilight.
Are you
little
I
all
right,
sir ?
'
had been
some
feared
while
underground,
and
he
No
It is
wonder he was
hill,
on whose
northern slope
a few
stray cottages.
One
came from
flaming,
'
fort all
'
it,
but the
glamour
fell
fence, crossit
commenced beating
with a
for
horse,
and that
the most wonderful ride through the country. In the morning he was
fence,
still
beating his
he remained a simpleton
before he
later a
three years
came
to himself again.
little
fort.
His
and
all
manner of
left
useless with
his
head on
his knees
by the
fire
to the
Drumcliff
and Rosses,
day of
his death.'
another angle
this
having also
not
its
cave,
though
one
is
About twenty
years
sitting
on a
The
men
fled.
great
crowd of
villagers
fiddlers,
To
hills
and
of never-fading
When
words,
her
own
'
are not
because northward in
Ben
The
Twilight,
White Lady,
wanders
who
is
Maive
herself,
How may
head
at
White Lady?
She passed
him.
days.'
'
He
But
fell
this is
of faerydom
this
the
I
stitches
that join
One
story,
's
me
a longish
much the best of all I heard in Rosses. Many a poor man from Fin M'Cool to our own days has had some such adventure to
tell of, for
At any
he
rate
In the times
canal,'
when
'
we used
to travel
by the
152
said,
When we
came
began
to
Drumcliff
to
and fatigued
was
now and then we walked, now and then we rode in a cart. So on till we saw some girls milking cows, and
stopped to joke with them.
After a while
"
we asked them
have nothing
" but
We
to put
in here,"
they
said,
come
to the
We
others
round the
talking.
left
I
After
while
the
went, and
me, loath to
stir
from the
good
fire.
asked the
girls for
something
fire,
it
to eat.
and
on a
told
me
meat
I
that
eaten,
came
them
off the
head.
When
I
had
did not
see
It
grew
and
darker
and
still sat,
loath as ever
after a while
good
in,
fire,
When
i53
The
Celtic
hid
Says one
to
the
spit,
Twilight,
other,
putting
the
corpse
" ?
on
the
Michael
the
H
meat."
come out
I
turn
came out
turning
says
it
of a
spit.
tremble,
"
and
began
,"
the
Michael
first,
the
one
we'll
;
who
have
spoke
to put
burn
you on the
spit instead
I
"
and on
that they
went
out.
towards mid-
again,
said
it
was
it,
done
But having
over
me
no harm
one of
,
fire,
them
you
I.
cried out
"
Michael
H
me by
Never
can
tell
me
a story?"
On
which
he
caught
the
It
shoulder,
like a shot.
night.
in all
my
the
was
heavens.
did not
i54
know where
me.
So when one
touched
of the
men came
you
tell
after
me and
" ?
me on
,
can
In
now
;
"
can," says
I.
he brought
fire,
me
and putting
"
I
me by
was
in
the
says
" Begin."
I,
have no story
I
" that
sitting
a corpse
turning
and put
it."
on the
spit,
and
set
;
me
"
"
in
I
That
will do,"
lie
says he
ye
may
go
there and
down on
;
the bed."
in the
And
and
field
'
Drumcliff
is
Before
prosperous
season
herring-barrel appears
the midst of a
storm-cloud
kille's
and
at a place called
Colum-
comes
floating in
:
light night
ing.
They have
Some few
The
Celtic
far
Hy
Brazel,
Twilight,
shall find
no more
vision of
Hy
Brazel
By
shapes
headless
hares,
women,
men
in
armour,
shadow
other day.
At Drumcliff
this
there
is
a very
the
ancient graveyard.
The Annals of
verse about a
died in
of
871
lies
Con
under
Drumcliff.'
woman, turning
at night to pray,
in
go
into the
churchyard
armour,
It
going.
says
.
local
wisdom,
still
keeping watch,
is
still
common
here-
young
into
child,
is)
drawing
from the
the blood
too
weak
soul.
Blood
is
a great gatherer
of evil
spirits.
To
cut your
is
hand on a
said to be
very dangerous.
There
There
village
is
no
in
a bush
I
in
that
I
know
for
in
excellent
reasons
Drumcliff
Ben Bulben,
There
is
man once
lived there
who found on
It
captain.
It
This
my man
The
Celtic
was money }
,
.
for freight,
.
captain,
.
'
Twilight,
Shortly afterwards
rest.
my man
At any
died.
rate,
freight
money.
still
The
alive
wife
out
I
bush
have spoken
The
for
to this
day
once portion
itself,
now
stands by
no
As
to the strange
till
repairs,
away
the
of
troubled ghost,
say
the
neighbours,
My
near
years.
Rosses and
DrumclirT these
many
I
few
miles
northward
am
When
answer
faeries,
my
fort
is
some such
as
was given me by a
a white stone
woman who
lives near
one
1
their
:
'
own
it
affairs
and
for
is
dangerous
Only friendship
My
of
friend,
(I
give no
fear
more
than
name
for
gaugers), has
the
science
of unpacking
own
'
fields.
Besides, he
descended from
who
raised the
dhoul
'
in
They
people say
i59
The
Celtic
Twilight.
Once
number
cemetery
Its
it
buried.
made them
feel certain
was the
Egil
skull of a great
man, doubtless of
himself.
To
It
put
it
on a wall and
a hammer.
fell
vinced that
poet,
was
In
Ireland
we have much
or
'
Icelanders,
Danes
'
we
call
them
and
all
countries.
and barren
villages,
places,
our seaboard
we still test each other in much the same way the Icelanders tested the head of Egil. We may have acquired the
custom from those ancient Danish
160
pirates,
Thick
me
still
remember every
and are able any
held
and
to
hillock in Ireland
their forebears,
to describe
Rosses
is
itself as well as
native.
There
one seaboard
district
there
is
a fight ever on
have
each
fall
foul of
and
after
much
The
first
boat had
hitting out
One day
the
Sligo
people
tried
in
say a
made
that
unknown
in Ireland,
some heads
who was
that
little
fellow's skull if
161
ye were to M
hit
The
Twilight,
it
would go
like
an egg-shell,' he beamed
said in a wheedling
but a
man might
wallop away at
your lordship's
for a fortnight'
ii
I
wrote
all
what
in
was
it
much
been
thinking
of
memories of one's
162
The
Religion of a Sailor.
much about God and about the world. Away in the valley yonder among the corn and the poppies men may well forget
thinks
all
upon the
the hedge
but he
One
s.s.
took
my
board the
found
him a
all
flavoured
is
the
way with
sea
He
through
his
of his calling.
1
'
tell
of
No,' said
'
what
163
is it ?
The
Twilight,
<
It
is,'
he
replied,
'
'
"
Lord, give
me
stiff
1
upper
lip."
And what
to
does that
mean
'that
'
'It
means,' he said,
come
and
that
sur,
in'
me some
make
in
night
say,
I
"Captain,
won't
a fool
Why,
stand-
we war
to
mid
Atlantic,
and
comes up
he,
11
me
Says
I,
"Captain,
all's
up with
us."
Says
Didn't you
certain
know when you joined that a " percentage go down every year ?
he; and says
? "
I,
"Yes,
sur," says
"Arn't
you paid
to
go down
I,
"Then go down
"
!
164
Concerning
together of
Heaven,
Earth, and Purgatory.
we
go
have
many
years in a
in the
archway of a
bridge,
'
my
There
When
way
It
the
one has
the
shelter,
and when
other has
it
blows from
is
north the
shelter.
way they be
I
rooting
it,
under
it
for shelter.
is
don't believe
but there
it
many
at night.'
the
seems as
lady
village child
The
Celtic
upon f
did
her,
'
Twilight,
not have
cut short.
said
'
It
was
my
grandmother's,'
the
child;
'would
up
to her knees,
?
'
woman whose
made her
grave-clothes
fires
of purgatory burned
her knees.
The
be
at
any
But
a landlord or an agent or a
his bread, to
go by begging
the unrighteous.
166
The
Eaters of Precious Stones.
Sometimes when
from
little
off
common
now
interests,
and have
I
for
forgotten to be restless,
faint
get waking
dreams,
vivid
and solid-looking,
world under
my
feet.
Whether they be
alter in
will,
faint or vivid,
power of
and
my
to
any way.
They have
hither
to
its
their
own
and
sweep
thither,
commands.
One day
saw
faintly
an immense
pit of blackness,
round which
this para-
went a
circular parapet,
and on
palms of
their
hands.
The
crimson,
in-
knew
that
saw the
Celtic Hell,
and
my own
all
the
artist,
and that
who sought
after
beautiful
The
Twilight,
avid a
thirst,
lost
have
also,
and
saw
in
could
not
see
the
shades
who
I
were,
saw on
demons
serpent-
kinds of shapes
fish-like,
like, ape-like,
and dog-like
sitting
about a
my own
Hell,
and
168
Our Lady
of the Hills.
in the
We
belonged then to
to things
God
come
would
and
to
down from
We
feet of
an angel
we among
mountains-,
we knew
spair,
unfathomed
every
is
eternal
mood,
our
Gill,
but
A
now
draw-net
about
feet.
a young Protestant
and
white,
wandered up among
I
have a
how
they
dream.
When
first
saw her
they
169
The
Celtic
in
;
a bed of
Twilight,
in a great fear
but after a
other children
they got
bravely.
up
and
her
almost
She
noticed
still
fear,
and
presently stood
little
girl
'
the cry,
picture
also,
'
!
the
'
she
is
she
grown
big.'
The
it
that she
for
she
wore
the
Her good
her,
sit
down about
she was,
and
tried
to
explain
who
but
Finding explanation of no
avail,
she asked
?
'
Yes,'
but
us
we do
if
it
He
the
would
Virgin.'
kill
were not
to
for
'Tell
Him
170
be good to me,'
whispered r
another
let
into
her
ear.
'
He
Our Lady
of the Hills,
would not
I
me
to
am
divil,'
She talked
Christ and
interrupted
stick,
the apostles,
by an elderly
woman
with a
turous
children
converts,
drove
the
that here
come
gone
to
When
on
the children
had
had
her way,
and
walked about
half-a-mile,
'
when
'
the child
who was
called
a divil
jumped
down
'
an ordinary lady
skirts,' for
'ladies always
skirts'
had two
The 'two
were
crest-
but
down
I'm a
again
'
from the
divil,
ditch,
and
cried
angrily,
Dad's a
mum's a
divil,
and
divil,
The
Celtic
lady,'
mud
her
Twilight,
When
to
my
pretty
Protestant had
come
that she
had dropped
year later
who had
o'
first
called
her the
Virgin
tassels
said,
'
out
the
picture,
child's neck,
last year,
am
met
'
who
!
told
you about
!
Christ.'
!
No,
you are
not
no,
no,
reply.
And
in
after
all,
was not
my pretty
still
walking
sadness
and
in
beauty upon
by many a shore,
indeed
is
fitting
men pray
to
her
who
the mother
mother of
purity, to leave
them yet a
and
to
little
evil in,
watch
Time
The
Golden Age.
was
in the
last
train,
and had
The
time
and
had longed
for a
beings
or bodiless
moods,
whatever
they be,
who
The message
saw
came a white
flesh shining
all in
weasel-like
dog, his
pink
a blaze of light
and
remembered
who
good
night,
omen.
now
longed
for
a
if
brought
it,
for
man
old
on a
fiddle
made apparently
*73
of an
The
Twilight,
blacking-box,
and
though
filled
am
quite
me
with the
to hear a
seemed
of the Golden
are imperfect,
Age.
It
told
me
that
we
incomplete, and no
more
like a beautiful
like
a bundle of cords
perfect
and
kindly,
and that
still
perfect
The
faeries
and lamented
lamentation
over our
fallen
world
in the
moan
said that
moments
are
marred by a
vulgarity,
or by a pin-prick out of
all.
It
said that
if
74
only they
could die
voices
who live in the Golden Age we might be happy, for the sad
be
still
;
The
would
but alas
alas
until
we must weep
We
glass-
away
his hat
copper,
75
The
Twilight.
WITH REMONSTRANCE HAVING SCOTSMEN FOR SOURED THE DISPOSITION OF THEIR GHOSTS AND FAERIES
Not
extant.
only
It
in
Ireland
is
faery belief
still
I
was
only the
other
day
who
believed
haunted by a water-horse.
of
it,
He
was
afraid
nets,
It
and
then tried to
pump
him.
it
empty.
would
had he
would
found
An
in
Irish
peasant
to
have long
since
come
terms
For
Ireland there
men and
side to
They
only
ill-treat
each
other in reason.
have
feelings.
No
He
Irish
man Campbell
176
tells of.
caught
horse.
,
She was
.
.
fierce,
.
Remon-
strance with
Scotsmen.
They came
restless,
to a river,
very
She
cried out,
'
Pierce
me
with the
awl, but
hair-like slave
(the
to
needle)
inn.
They came
a
an
He
;
lantern on her
down
a
and changed
dead.
as
into
lump of
She was
the
faeries
Nor
one
is
would they
treat
treated in an old
Highland poem.
A faery
loved a
little
child
who used
hill.
to cut turf at
with
an enchanted
knife.
The
child used to
It
did
not
Her
why
At
last
and
find out
who helped
177
They saw
earth,
The
Celtic
and the
little
child take
all
from
cut,
it
the knife.
Twilight.
When
make
hill.
handle.
The
small hand
The
his
He
drew
In
Scotland you
are
too
theological,
too gloomy.
You have made even the Where do you live, Devil religious. good-wyf, and how is the minister ? he
'
'
the
high-road,
as
it
the
trial.
witches.
alone.
In
To
be
out
the
'
loyal
minority
'
knocked
March,
171
1,
in
the
town
'
Carrickfergus.
is
But
then
the
loyal
minority'
half
Scottish.
to
You have
discovered
the
faeries
178
be pagan and
wicked.
You would
the
like to
have them
In
all
Remon-
strance with
up
before
magistrate.
Ireland
Scotsmen.
in
their
battles,
and
skill
men
great
to
hear
Carolan
slept
upon
a faery rath.
in
Ever
his
head,
musician he was.
denounced
them
from
the
pulpit.
In
to
consult
them on the
state
of
their souls.
Unhappily the
priests
have
dry up like so
;
much
bright vapour at
but more
in
it.
sadness than in
The
Catholic
neighbours.
These two
things
different
ways of looking
in
at
have influenced
each country
For
their
The
Celtic
must go
to
Ireland
for
.
their
deeds of
Twilight,
terror to Scotland.
Our
have
about
them
something
of
make-
believe.
When
made
to turn a
fire,
we do
wake
we know he
field,
will
midst of a green
old coat.
the
it
dew on
naturally
his
In Scotland
is
altogether different.
excellent
You have
disposition
soured the
of ghosts
and
the
goblins.
The
piper
M'Crimmon, of
marched
time
and followed by
the
dog.
For a long
people
could
He
when Then
time
Some
went
by,
and then
his
Nothing
else ever
came out of
the cavern.
Then
there
is
man who
was thought
of iron.
to be.
He
to
saw a great
coffer
A Remonstrance with
Scotsmen.
whence he
;
He
but the
bystanders,
He
man
are
dived.
little
No
common
in
Scottish
folk-lore.
We
less
have them
dreadfully.
to favour
them much
Our
and
doings
to prettiness, or hopelessly
hole
in
the
monsters.
He
ardently believed in by
many, but
that
does
not
prevent
the
surrounding
it
with conscious
I
fantasies.
When
for
fished
one day
Return-
congers
monster hole.
my
shoulder, his
his
tail
head
flapping
down
181
in
front,
The
Twilight,
sweeping
the
ground behind,
met a
I
fisherman of
a tale of an
larger
my
acquaintance.
began
carried,
that
had
broken
my
line
and
escaped.
'
'That
was
ever
Did you
brother
hear
how he made my
emigrate?
My
Harbour
?
One day
says,
"
him, and
What
are you
" Don't
after
you think
sur,"
" Yes,
brother
because
You
spirits
you
of
fire
the
and water.
You have made the Darkness your enemy. We we exchange civilities with the world
beyond.
182
WAR
When
there was a rumour of war with
I
War.
woman, a
and
I
I
soldier's
widow, that
know,
The
people
here are
mad
for war,
some
Her mind
soldiers,
and
interest,
many
'There are
too
many over one another in London. They are getting tired of the world. It is
killed they
want
to be.
It will
be no matter;
and quietness.
The people here don't mind the war coming. They could not be worse than they are. They may as well die
183
The
Twilight,
soldierly before
God.
Sure they
will
get
quarters in heaven.'
Then
she began to
to see
say that
children
I
it
tossed about
on bayonets, and
tradi-
tions
rebellion.
She
that
it
said
presently,
never knew a
man
was
speak of
after.
They'd sooner
from a hayrick/
be
She
told
to
me how
she
be sitting over
girl,
talking of
the war
was
afraid
she had
stranded
dreamed
was
that
asked her
in
the
war coming.
I
Never had
some
such
was
in
a house where
of
in
the
the
officers
daytime
would be walking
after
the
soldiers' band,
and
at night
184
I'd
be going
down
to the
War.
behind the
One
to
weeks,
the
knocker,
and
in
found
it
when
the morning.'
And
it
the battle of
to
the
which
seems
her a
battle
to
all
me
quench
and from
vengeance.
They
body
said to them,
"You
or
will
be cursed
you," and
after
that
is
why
disease
anything always
1902.
comes
185
The
Celtic
Twilight.
have heard
one
Hearne, a witch-
doctor,
who
is
every household
fool,'
a queen and a
and
you are
touched
'
by
either
you
the
may from
in faery.
'
He
said of
maybe
the wisest
like
be
Since then a
me some
I
few stories
is
of him, and
known,
remember seeing
sitting
a long,
lank,
ragged
man
by the
from where
am now
was
a
writing,
fool
;
and
I
and
my
friend has
gathered that he
in his sleep
;
believed to go to faery
Amaddn-na-Breena, a
186
of the
forth,
and
is
cannot
I
attached n t
tell.
to a
household there,
11
i
It
that
know
well,
in faery
said,
herself,
1
that
She
There are
fools
fools
lee,
we
Amadan
at night,
call
of Bally-
and so do
Oinseachs
the
woman
(apes).'
we woman who is
fools
that
related to the
who
said,
I
spells,
can't do.
can't help
of the forth.
knew
of a
woman
that
any Chris-
fool
but
one
woman
that
was walking
So her
out,
I
friends that
called
for
she
got no harm.
He was
187
man, she
is
said,
all
have never
a cousin
of
am
Hearne, and
my
The
said
uncle was
away twentyold
miller
one
said,
years.'
wife of the
'It
is
what there
gets
that
is is
no cure
gone.
for
Breena we
call
him
'
who
is
lives
in the
Bog
'It for
very poor,
is
said,
true
enough,
of the
there
no cure
the
stroke
Amad&n-na-Breena.
man
knew long
tell
he had a tape,
and he could
And
he said to
me
one time,
What month of the year is the worst ? " and I said, " The month of May, of course."
"
" It is
not,"
he said
month of
month
"
!
that the
Amalooks
ddn gives
like
his stroke
They say he
I
i
knew
r
fright, for
over
it,
at
him
it
with
beard on
for
and he knew
it
him
"
to that
man
was
had the
tape,
Send
over him."
And
and has
They,
certain
Regan
said, "
gets
is
the
touch
for."
of
It's
the
true
Amaddn-na-Breena
enough
most
that
it's
done
in the
month
of June he's
I
likely
knew
it
and he
told
I
me
about
well,
He
me
was a boy
that
knew
and
he told
came
and
to
to him, that
had been
his landlord,
that
was dead.
And he
for
told
him
he wanted
him
man.
And when he
189
The
Celtic
Twilight,
them
too,
to fight him.
And
the
fight,
and he got
other man,
and then
and he was
three
left
home
again.
But about
cutting
years
in
after
that
he was
the
bushes
Ama-
ddn coming
in his
He
was
arms, and
so that
the
but he
put
hill.
And
the
after him,
and
his
and
then.
to
He
tell
lived
a while
things,
and used
us
many
He
thought they
And an
old
woman
in
a Galway workhouse,
little
knowledge of
other
day,
'
the
The Amadan-na-Breena
come
like the
he used
heard
think
said of late he
it
was
shot, but
myself
I
would be hard
to shoot him.'
trying to bring
who changed
four
of his kisses
into birds,
man
and
I
called itself
^Engus' messenger.'
And
visionary
instead
of
leaves,
little
and
show
fool
human
at
when
the
his
white
had touched
them with
The
Twilight.
sitting
by a
many
fair
women
floating
up from the
pool.
What
cannot think
it
wonderful
that
many
some enchantment
or
wisdom or dream
'
every
too,
household of them.'
that there
It
is
natural,
women come
that
more
easily
than
men
to
all
wisdom
wild peoples
The
which
is
is
ledge,
broken
by
foolishness,
and
is
may
get,
of
women do get of a certainty, glimpses much that sanctity finds at the end of
192
its
,
painful journey.
i
woman, wisdom
not a peasant
of vision
I
woman,
If
would know
all
And
know
of another
woman,
also
who would
for
pass in
anything but to
;
her,
Wisdom and
I
beauty and
think,
come
live,
those
who
die
like the
is
There
and the
it.
Irish
stories
They
will
have
that
when
the
of the
earth
faery,
and that
our
dreams
lose
their
trees
The
Celtic
wither,
Twilight,
November, and
in these,
lovers
come
into the
world
who
will
Awake
in a
world of ecstasy?
are interwoven,
life
is
How
And And
love,
sleep,
night of
world's
cloven,
thought
clinging,
the
dim boundaries
singing,
one's beloved
is
death?'
1
90 1.
194
The
Friends of the People
of Faery.
most
when
saw
become
young
again.
bog a
little
out of Gort,
who
and
his
young
days,
life,
though
call
him
their friend.
He
at
told
me
'
that
they
would not
let
Irish,
their
pipes.
He
had
told
him
to
buy a
flute,
to shout
Th e
Twilight,
maybe they
;
and he
did,
when he began
to play.
He
it,
showed me
and made
to play
know how
me where
it
he had
them used
the pipes.
to see
to
sit
up on
and play on
friend of his
him a
little
that
to
'
three of
them
said
had
told
him he was
die.
He
after
(children they
had
'
taken,'
suppose)
who
some
the
other
place,'
because
for
'they
found
'
them,
maybe
and
he died a week
things.
after
saw anything
all
in
but
they were
certain that
196
he saw things
His brother
all
Old
he
is,
and
it's
in
his
brain
If
he was a
in him.'
But
never got on
said,
neighbour
'The
in his
fine fresh
man twenty
them linked
of girls
two
lots,
like
young
It
slips
walking
together.
was the
girl.'
away
Fallon's
little
how Fallon's little girl had met a woman with red hair that was as bright as silver,' who took her away. Another neighbour, who was herself
she told
'
And
'clouted
for
going into a
'
said,
believe
it's
mostly
head they
door
last
are
in the
night
in
said, ears,
"
The wind
think
I
does be always
it
my
never
stops," to
make him
says, "
197
all
one of them
flute,
is
little
and
this
it's
I
on
And
down
up
could
when
me
from Ulster an
of true
It
account of one
has
my
friend,
some
tell it
heard of
got her to
it
out at once.
She
began by
woman
There's
in
nothing to
miss.
about
I
faeries,
talked to a
woman
faery,
less
or something of the
and no
She
your
ir
grandfathers
i
The
Friends of the People aery
*
house
your
all
>
is
in
my young
about
But
you'll
have
heard
her.'
My
again
Well,
heard word
uncle
when your
uncle
that
for
is,
your
mother's
Joseph
up
father
he brought her
first
to his father's,
at the
My
and us were
the
be
built,
to over-
look the
men
at
their work.
My
father
his
looms and
The
foundations
were marked
about,
;
out,
and
but the
my
mother foment
a smart wee
the house,
when we
199
sees
woman coming up
The
Twilight,
to us.
was a
bit of
girl at
the time,
I
mind her
as well
as
if
now
! '
My
friend asked
on, with a
silk
green handthe
and
black
tied
round
her
head,
like
women
them
Well
think
My
And
for
friend asked,
How
when
her
wee^was
'
she
?
'
the old
woman
at all
said,
I
all
we
called
the
Wee
say.
Woman.
one,
as
you would
thirty,
She was
woman
about
brown-
She was
sister,
none of the
rest,
not
and
and
she never
to say
like
and we used
the
being
Betty
was,
maybe,
one
of
their
own
The
Friends of the People of Faery
*
grew
and
over to where
"
my
Go
"
Go
over to the
Lough, and
tell
Joseph
that
this
he
must
house to
where
bush.
I'll
That
to
where
it
is
to
be
built, if
he
is
what I'm
ye
this
minute."
The
I
built
on
the
in
their journeys,
and
my
mother
brings Joseph
him, and he
it
exactly to where
that
was,
when he come
lost
her
life
with an accident
The
Celtic Twilight,
w ith
wall.
The Wee Woman was queer and angry when next she come, and says to
us,
"
He
didn't
he'll
do as
see.'"
he'll
see
what
My
friend
this
asked
time,
woman
was a
in
;
thin
summer,
and many
it
to
my
There was
me
but
used to be glad
when
and
and
call
to
!
my
"
mother,
" Here's
the
Wee Woman
her.
No man
My
father used to
my
telling
lies
and talking
foolish like.
And
so one
sitting
I
The
the People
by the
fireside
talking to
my
mother,
ofFaer y-
"Come
her.
up," says
I,
ye want to see
fireside
She's
sitting
the
in
now,
talking to mother."
So
he comes with
me and
nothing, and he
me
a crig with
he, "for
it.
"Take
that
now!" says
!
making
fast
a fool of
me
"
as he could,
The Wee Woman says to me then, " Ye got that now for bringing people to see me. No man body ever seen me,
me.
will."
him a queer
anyway, whether he
He
was
in
among
" Don't
when
house
it
up
let
to the
all
me hear you say another word of your Wee Woman. I have got enough of her
203
The
Celtic
this time."
Another time,
all
the same, he
Twilight,
was up Gortin
he went
off,
to sell horses,
and before
and
in steps the
Wee Woman
is
says she to
of a weed,
Gortin, and
my
"Your man
there's
gone up by
and sew
and
he'll
get no
harm by
it."
My
to
herself,
in it,"
and
throws
on the
floor,
!
and
lo
and behold,
and sure
Gortin,
enough
coming
home from
fright as
it
my
father got as
life.
bad a
What
was
was
damaged by
it.
My mother
a queer
after
Wee Woman,
"Ye
me," she
I
said,
gave ye
for
in
it."
and
went
far
enough
was dead
in
America.
204
Go
over," she
says, 1
is
"to the Lough, and say that William 7 5 dead, and he died happy, and this was
'
.
Tne
Friends of the People
aery
*
tell
them
to read
I
them
held
and that
his
word came
that
hymn,
One day
she and
me and my mother
says of a
in all
off.'
was standing
"
talking,
when she
time for
me
to
be
And
her
feet,
and
raises
up
in the air,
and round
up, as
if it
was a winding
swifter.
stairs
she was
music
ever heard in
205
my
life
The
Celtic
this.
It
wasn't a
,
hymn
Twilight,
and
me and my mother
all
and
all,
is,
of a tremble.
?
What
it
is
she at
mother
"
says
I.
" Is
an angel she
"
or a faery
woman, or what ?
that
With
that
else,
to see us
gaping up that
told her of
it.
me and my mother
then,
and was
lane where
when
queer
Letty
the
Wee Woman
saying,
"
up
in
that
way,
in all
far
?
her finery."
Who
knows
to
what
dying
'
whom
It
was never
after
My
fire,
apples.
In slips the
T T
Wee Woman,
T-,
.
''I'm
,,
The
Friends of
t
come
and
to pass
my Hallow
I
says she.
my
mother,
h e People ofFaer y-
supper nicely."
a while. bring
"
Down
I'll
she
by the
fire
Now
tell
you where
" In the
you'll
my
room
set a chair
and a plate."
"
When
night, mayn't
ye as well
by the
"
table
rest of us
"
Do
what
me
and
the
I'll
eat there
nowhere
plate of
So my mother
where she
sets her a
was going,
and we got
;
to our supper
and when
lo
we
rose
went
and
there,
and beof
bit ate
!
i8 97
207
The
Celtic
Twilight.
hazel-stick
the
workhouse
old
another day.
cold
people
and wretched,
;
she said
when
they began to
man had
in
just left
a rath
very
fair
'
were
two
old
people
my
friend
had
One
He
and
his
songs have
I
whole world.
remember him
wind
;
'
He
had a voice
like the
'
was
certain
that
snow
old
Presently an
friend a story,
man began
all
my
and
laughter
I
now and
then.
lt
.
The
story,
.
which
told,
Dreams
that
am
have
going to
tell
just as
it
was
no Moral.
left
natural simplicity.
They
killed, if
tell
of a
time
when
if
nothing
had
consequences,
only you
when even
had a good
you
you were
heart,
when
go
to
bed with
his queen,
little
quarrel afterwards.
We
too,
if
we
member,
if
foolish
people
that
left
us
alone,
every old
dream
has been
strong
enough
from
its
to fling the
shoulders.
much put
and he went
adviser.
his chief
'
And
It's
The
Celtic
if
you do as
tell
Twilight,
says he,
And when
the fish
brought
eat.'
in,
give
to the queen,
your wife, to
So the king
fish
and he
it
it,
gave
to the cook,
fire,
before the
and not
it.
to let
it
any blob or
impossible
blister rise
on
But
is
to
cook a
it
fish
before the
in
fire
rising
some
came
on
it
to
smooth
it
And
then
ate
was sent up
and what was
and she
it,
of
it
was thrown
And
had a young
young
. .
son,
foals,
Dreams
that have
and the
two pups.
no Moral.
And
for a while to
some
much
And
and
said,
Tell
is
which
me some way that I can know my own son, for I don't like to
my
own.'
'
It
is
'
easy
know
that,' said
I
if
you
will
do as
tell
you.
Go you
outside,
and
in
bow
son
will
only laugh.'
So she
bowed
And when
they were
all
sitting
at
The
Celtic
son,
r
1
'
It is
r
Twilight,
go away out of
son.'
this, for
my
And
'
her
own
son, that
we
'
will call
Bill, said,
Do
?
'
not send
not brothers
But Jack
would
if I
this
house
knew
it
was not
it.'
my own
for all
father
Bill
and mother
owned
And
could say to
But before he
If
harm
below
will
be honey.'
of the pups, and one
was
before
him.
And
he went on
till
he came
to a weaver's
him
for
a lodging,
and he gave
on
till
it
to him.
And
'
then he went
he came
to a king's house,
and he
Did he want
a servant
'
?
'
'
All
will
Dreams
that have
is
a boy that
no Moral.
them
in
be milked.'
;
'
will
do that
for
you,' said
Jack
was
full
So Jack looked about for some where there would be better grass,
he saw a
field
and
after a while
in
it,
with good
green grass
giant.
and
it
belonging to a
bit
So he knocked down a
in,
of the
wall
and he went up
began
to
Then
the giant
came
'
into
the
field.
'
smell
the blood of an
see
you
;
where you
are,
up
in the tree,'
he said
for
don't
know what
I'll
do with you
for
if
don't grind
nose.'
'
my
As
The
Celtic
Twilight,
the
tree.
up
out of that,
'or
I'll
you
tear
little
giant,
tree asunder.'
So Jack
sooner
came
Would
giant,
you
be
said
the
'or
would
you
Fighting
on red-hot
flags
is
feet
be sinking
rising.'
in
them
was
and
my
feet will
fight.
be
So then they
that
began the
The ground
soft,
was
soft
they
made
made
spring wells
flags.
They were
that
all
through
bird
came
'
and
sat
If
of you.'
Then Jack
'
Give
me my
life,'
1 11
Dreams
that have
three best
Jack.
against,
on,
'
What
are those
, ?
'
said
no Moral.
and a
will
it
you
nobody
will
wind
?
'
blows.'
Where
In
said Jack.
in
the
out.
hill.'
'
Where
Try
it
try the
sword
?
'
says he.
tree,'
And
the
it
with that he
made one
stroke,
it
and
into
went
and he caught
it
on the sword as
of
'It
is
well for
you
the head,
or you
it
to strike
off
said
And
2I 5
he brought away
So
he
brought
the
cows
home
at
all
And when
the
rest,
his
daughter, and
I
he
think
beyond to-night
The
down
the wall
and
let
the cows
in.
All
happened the
same
as the
this
came
bird
came
and spoke
to
Jack as before.
And when
said,
Give
me my
I
life,
and
'
I'll
best thing
Jack.
have.'
What
that
'
says
'It's
and you
will
'Where
little
is
It's
inside that
hill.'
of the
out the
suit.
And
giant's
Dreams
no Moral,
And
was well
much milk
that
all
the vessels
were
filled up.
The
and
this
all
happened as
before,
made
And
him
to
go
hill,
to a little blue
door
in the
side of the
pair of
shoes that
go
there
it,
to
hold
and
was given
to tenants
and
and the
I
at the
windows.
I
got a
said to Jack,
'
Why
much milk
The
Twilight,
these days
to
'I
am
or
not,' said
Jack,
but
have a good
still
stick,
lie
and whenever
down,
I
give
leap
them blows of
it,
that they
jump and
;
that's
way
to
plenty
of
milk.'
And
said,
'
hear no roars at
next
all.'
The
window
to
when he got
to
And
and he got a
and began
to batter
walls,
and
ditches.
'There
is
no
lie
in
what Jack
said,' said
Now
to
eat,
to
at
And
it
218
it
be ready to
fight
it.
And when
went
out,
there what
to a
he do, but to
the
the princess
way
up
in
an ivy-tree.
for
And
him about
her, but
it,
and
he said
he put on the
first
giant,
princess
'
was, but
know
not,
him.
be tied to
indeed,'
'It
told
is
and she
happened, and
to take her.
'
how
If
you
me
sleep for
awhile with
Jack,
my
head
in
your
lap,'
said
it
'you
could
wake me when
that,
is
coming.'
So he did
and drove
sea.
And
The
bully
tree,
where the
got a friend of
mine
to
I
come and
was a
where
little
do
The
come
at
her
fair
himself to hide
the
ivy-tree.
Then
suit
the
told
princess did
not
know
him
all
that
know had come and saved her. So Jack asked might he he down and take a
not
Dreams
h ave no Moral.
***at
iiii
And
way she
the
could
awake him.
as
all
happened the
same way
bully
And
gave her up
and said
his friends to
The
and a great
down many
was coming
away.
clothes
And
suit of
third giant,
But when he
she
find
was asleep
this
time,
she thought
to
him
again,
scissors
and cut
a
little
and made
it
packet of
it
and put
away.
And
And when
The
Twilight,
said,
'
This time
way
that he will
eat
So he
and he put
it
in at the
back of the
went
And
then he
made
off,
way he
it
is
much
that.
of,
feast
for
fit
that shoe as
And
it,
shoe, but so
into
much
as his toe
it
would not go
didn't
and as
to his hair,
222
match
Dreams
that have
the
man
all
no Moral.
to
men
of the
fit
country
any of
them.
And
they were
all
going to car-
but get
it
was no
on.
use, not
it
Then
And
'
the
him
to
give another
and
this
time he said,
rich.'
Give
it
to
poor as well as
So the
ball
it,
flocking to
And
are
Is
the house
king,
'
'
They
the
all
except
I
boy that
like
minds
the
cows, and
would not
him
to
be
coming up
here.'
in the
223
The
Celtic
said,
and he
his
Twilight,
to
man
stairs
to
the top
And
and
it
fitted
him,
matched
had
been cut
married,
and a great
feast
for three
days
and three
nights.
And at
there
with bells on
it
and they
is
ringing.
And
'
called
out,
'
Here
is
the
So
up and took
and
his
the deer.
When
hill,
was
in the
it
hollow he
was on the
hill
and when
224
was on the
he was
in the hollow,
on
fell
all
it
Dreams
have no Moral.
that
went
into a
wood.
it,
And
all
Jack went
into the
wood
after
and
he could see
in,
was a mud-wall
there
cabin,
and he went
and
hundred years
the
fire.
'
and she
sitting
over
this
'
way ?
'
says Jack.
too late
let
I
but
it's
now
you
to
be follow-
ing a deer,
'
What
?
will
'
do with
Jack.
'
my
let
horse and
my
ribs
hound
said
them up
tied
with them.'
So Jack went
again
the
old
out and
woman
said,
'You
to
kill
killed
my
them
fifteen inches
Then
!
they
began
to
fight,
it.
'
and
Help,
hair,'
hound
'
he cried
out,
then
'
Squeeze,
rib of
The
Celtic
hair
that
was
about the
to
hound's
neck
Twilight,
squeezed him
death.
'
'Help, horse!'
hair,' called
Jack called
out
that
out,
then
Squeeze,
the old
rib of hair
to
Then
the old
of Jack and
To go
in the
He
was out
at the well,
So he went
meal
at
into
will
the
same
same
table, or sleep
bed,
till
know what
happening
to Jack.'
and
set
off,
over
hills
where cock
And
'
at
he came
to the
in,
when he went
You
are
welcome, and
I
Dreams
no Moral.
treatment than
did
for
time you
it
came
in
to me,'
she thought
was
one another.
'
That
is
good,'
said
here.'
Bill to himself,
And he gave
left.
of a
basin of gold in
Then he went on till he came to the king's house, and when he was at the door the princess came running down the stairs, and said, Welcome to you back
'
again.'
And
all
is
wonder you
have gone
hunting
three
So he stopped
the time.
that
night
it
was
own husband
in the
all
And
and
bells ringing
her,
called out,
The hunt
here,
?
'
where
are the
Bill
Then
his
horse and
The
Twilight,
hills
and
cabin and
fire,
woman
sitting
by the
there,
But
Bill
was
he threw the
secretly.
said,
'
When
he came
in the old
woman
Your brother
killed
killed
I'll
my
kill
three sons,
and
him, and
you along
with him.'
And
'
and then
Squeeze,
can't
Bill
hair,'
Help, horse.'
woman
'
;
squeeze,
I'm in the
fire,'
And
Bill
the
horse came
his hoof.
'
in
'
Squeeze,
hair,'
woman
can't,
I'm in the
the
Then
Bill
hound put
and
mercy.
'Give
me my
228
life,'
she
said,
'and
I'll tell
you where
his
you'll get
your brother
'
Dreams
no Moral.
again,
and
'
hound and
'
horse.'
Where's
that
said
Bill.
'
Do
;
over the
fire ?
said she
take
it
down and
come
to life
will,
first,'
but
said
I'll
make
a green
off
stone of you
Bill,
and he cut
Then he went
horse
and
well.
And
Then they set out for home, but on the way they had some dispute or some argument
together, for Jack
to hear
wife,
and
green stone.
princess
And
have
killed
my
then and
brought him to
ever
after,
basketful,
shovelful.
and
I
by the
and they
of tea.
called
me
in
1902.
230
BY THE ROADSIDE
Last night
I
By
the
Roadside.
went
to a
wide place on
some
Irish
While
man sang about that country beauty who died so many years ago, and spoke of a singer he had known who sang so beautifully
that no horse
turn
its
ears to listen.
girls,
Presently a score of
heads, gathered
to listen.
Somebody sang
then
Sa Muirnin
else
Diles,
and
somebody
Jimmy Mo
Then
to
while another
to,
lilted
the measure
they danced
sang
it
to
his
sweetheart under
I
shadow of a mountain
231
looked at every
The
Twilight,
day through
my
childhood.
The
voices
and when
thought of the
Now
it
was an
attitude of
my memory
that
it
to
forgotten mythologies.
was carried so
to
far
was
as though
came
it
one of the
four rivers,
and followed
knowledge and of
or story
life.
There
is
no song
one as
little
far, for
knows
that they
unbroken
world.
Folk
what
is
passing and
trivial,
the
itself
i
By
the
most
tions,
Roadside.
generais
is
the
soil
where
it
great art
rooted.
Wherever
is
spoken by the
fireside, or
upon the
appreciation of the
arts
that a single
to,
spreads quickly
when
its
hour
is
come.
few people
three or
labour,
things,
favoured by
happy circum-
own
characters and by
after
stance,
much
the
and yet
self.'
'
the imagination
is
man
him-
The
churches
in
the
Middle Age
for the
awakenand
in
faith,
broken words,
if
it
does
not
fall
silent.
And
so
it
me
that
we,
imaginative
live again,
tradition
or
by gathering old
into books,
Those
who
Their
with those
'
who were
of Jewry, and
If
thou
let this
man go thou
1
90 1.
234
Come
Laugh,
gray
twilight;
is
always young,
Dew
ever shining
Burning
heaped upon
hill,
For
wood
And the changing moon work out their will. And God stands winding his lonely horn ; And Time and the World are ever in flight, And love is less kind than the gray twilight,
And
hope
is less
morn.
Richard Clay
&
Sons, Limited,
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