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“Tell me no more of the maiden!”
Cuchullin, the war-chief of Erin, replied:
—“Peace to the souls of the heroes!
Their prowess was great in the conflict of swords;
Let them glide by my chariot in war!
Let their spirits appear in the clouds o'er the valley!
So shall my breast be undaunted in danger!
“Be thou like a moon-beam, O Morna!
When my sight is beginning to fail;
When my soul is reposing in peace,
And the tumult of war is no more.”