Poems
- Автор: Yeats William
- Язык: английский
- Год: паблик
- Жанр: Прочая поэзия
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"I only of the Red Branch hosted now,"Cuchulain cried, "have made and keep that vow."
After short fighting in the leafy shade,He spake to the young man, "Is there no maid"Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,"Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,"That you come here to meet this ancient sword?"
"The dooms of men are in God's hidden hoard."
"Your head a while seemed like a woman's head"That I loved once."
Again the fighting sped,But now the war rage in Cuchulain woke,And through the other's shield his long blade broke,And pierced him.
"Speak before your breath is done.""I am Finmole, mighty Cuchulain's son."
"I put you from your pain. I can no more."
While day its burden on to evening bore,With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;Then Concobar sent that sweet-throated maid,And she, to win him, his gray hair caressed;In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.Then Concobar, the subtlest of all men,Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,Spake thus, "Cuchulain will dwell there and brood,"For three days more in dreadful quietude,"And then arise, and raving slay us all."Go, cast on him delusions magical,"That he might fight the waves of the loud sea."And ten by ten under a quicken tree,The Druids chaunted, swaying in their handsTall wands of alder, and white quicken wands.
In three days' time, Cuchulain with a moanStood up, and came to the long sands alone:For four days warred he with the bitter tide;And the waves flowed above him, and he died.
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