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Amairgen
Amairgen the White-kneed sang,
And his song was great and sweet,
For the heart within him beat
In tune with the heart of the world.
And his song was great and sweet,
For the heart within him beat
In tune with the heart of the world.
Amairgen the White-kneed sang;
I am the Wave of the Sea,
And the murmur of Ocean free,
And the Bull of the Seven Fights.
I am the Wave of the Sea,
And the murmur of Ocean free,
And the Bull of the Seven Fights.
Amairgen the White-kneed sang;
I am a Tear of the Sun,
And of Plants the fairest one,
And the Vulture upon the rock.
I am a Tear of the Sun,
And of Plants the fairest one,
And the Vulture upon the rock.
Amairgen the White-kneed sang;
I am the Boar of the woods,
And the Salmon that leaps the floods,
And the Lake in the plains am I.
I am the Boar of the woods,
And the Salmon that leaps the floods,
And the Lake in the plains am I.
Amairgen the White-kneed lives
In the heart of things that are;
But his children moan afar
From his light, and count him dead.
In the heart of things that are;
But his children moan afar
From his light, and count him dead.
He knew, and was, and is:
But his kinsfolk will not see
The heart of the world as he,
Amairgen, the singer of yore.
But his kinsfolk will not see
The heart of the world as he,
Amairgen, the singer of yore.
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