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Therefore no more be tempted by her lures.
Not that way lies thine immortality:
But thou shalt find it in the ways of men,
Where many a task remains for thee to do,
And shall remain for many after thee,
Till all the storm-winds of the world be bound.
Thy glory lies with me.”
But there brake from the lips of Fand sweet scorn of the softest laughter,
Nearer as she moved to him:
“Let not that cold breath of hers
Chill thee back in fancy to her side:
Hear at last the truth that she would hide:
Thou no weakling mortal art:
Surely of all the beings bright,
Who bear the name divine De Danann,
Lives not one, in whom a soul
Burns more radiant than thine:
Call to mind Lu's bright-faced glory,
Which thou, who art his son, inheritest,
From no mortal father sprung:
And since, although a god, thou wanderest
Dark in this exile of a mortal world,
I would recall thee to thine own true home
And lead thee back to the joys, that should be thine:
Leaving the spectral glances and pale-lipped kisses of women,
Come thou, Cuhoolin, to mine.”
Not that way lies thine immortality:
But thou shalt find it in the ways of men,
Where many a task remains for thee to do,
And shall remain for many after thee,
Till all the storm-winds of the world be bound.
Thy glory lies with me.”
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Nearer as she moved to him:
“Let not that cold breath of hers
Chill thee back in fancy to her side:
Hear at last the truth that she would hide:
Thou no weakling mortal art:
Surely of all the beings bright,
Who bear the name divine De Danann,
Lives not one, in whom a soul
Burns more radiant than thine:
Call to mind Lu's bright-faced glory,
Which thou, who art his son, inheritest,
From no mortal father sprung:
And since, although a god, thou wanderest
Dark in this exile of a mortal world,
I would recall thee to thine own true home
And lead thee back to the joys, that should be thine:
Leaving the spectral glances and pale-lipped kisses of women,
Come thou, Cuhoolin, to mine.”
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