Heroic Romances of Ireland — Complete by Arthur Herbert Leahy
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'Tis desire for an echo, a sound.
'Tis thus my love, my passion seem; 'tis thus I strive in vain To win the heart of her whose love I long so much to gain. [FN#9] Pronounced Yeo-ho Fayllya, see note, p. 166. And the lady stood there in that place, and she looked upon Ailill, and the sickness in which he lay was perceived by her; and she was grieved on account of it: so that upon a certain day came the lady to Ailill, and "Young man," she said, "arouse thyself quickly, for in very truth thou shalt have all that thou desirest; and thereon did she make this lay: Now arouse thyself, Ailill the royal: Let thy heart, and thy courage rise high; Every longing thou hast shall be sated, For before thee, to heal thee, am I. Is my neck and its beauty so pleasing? 'Tis around it thine arms thou shalt place; And 'tis known as a courtship's beginning When a man and a woman embrace. And if this cometh not to content thee, O thou man, that art son to a king! I will dare to do crime for thy healing, |
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