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Then they added
Way-guiding words, showing me how to reach
The place: and, having heard them, I set forth
With trembling hopes, alone: for many days
Southward I journeyed over waste and wild;
Through woods: o'er many a mead; past many a doon,
By Tara's regal mansions, and beyond
The fords of Liffey: over flattest plains
With hills to left;—over the esker ridge
Dividing Eirë midwards: onwards still
Beneath Slieve Blahma, and the lofty peaks,
Whereon Bove Derg is throned: o'er plains again,
Among the sons of Eber; till the long swell
Of southward mountains rose against the sky;
And there, beneath the highest summits, I knew
The goddess on Cuhoolin worked her charms.
Way-guiding words, showing me how to reach
The place: and, having heard them, I set forth
With trembling hopes, alone: for many days
Southward I journeyed over waste and wild;
Through woods: o'er many a mead; past many a doon,
By Tara's regal mansions, and beyond
The fords of Liffey: over flattest plains
With hills to left;—over the esker ridge
Dividing Eirë midwards: onwards still
Beneath Slieve Blahma, and the lofty peaks,
Whereon Bove Derg is throned: o'er plains again,
Among the sons of Eber; till the long swell
Of southward mountains rose against the sky;
And there, beneath the highest summits, I knew
The goddess on Cuhoolin worked her charms.
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