‘Lady,’ they said, ‘what do you think it is?’‘Though I am no “lady”,’ she said, ‘I know what it is: the men of the Island of the Mighty coming over, having heard of my punishment and dishonour.’‘What is the forest they saw on the sea?’ they said.‘Masts of ships and yardarms,’ she said.‘Oh!’ they said. ‘What was the mountain they saw alongside the ships?’‘That was Bendigeidfran my brother, wading across,’ she said.‘There was no ship big enough for him.’‘What was the very high ridge and the lake on each side of the ridge?’‘That was him, looking at this island,’ she said. ‘He is angry. The two lakes on either side of the ridge are his two eyes on each side of his nose.’Then they quickly mustered all the fighting-men of Ireland and of the coastal regions, and took counsel
What is that sound high in the airMurmur of maternal lamentationWho are those hooded hordes swarmingOver endless plains, stumbling in cracked earthRinged by the flat horizon onlyWhat is the city over the mountainsCracks and reforms and bursts in the violet airFalling towersJerusalem Athens AlexandriaVienna LondonUnreal
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