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The Awakening Of Dermuid

In the sleepy forest where the bluebells
Smouldered dimly through the night,
Dermuid saw the leaves
Like green waters
At daybreak flowing into light,
And exaltant from his love upspringing
Strode with the sun upon the height.

Glittering on the hilltops
He saw the sunlit rain
Drift as around the spindle
A silver threaded skien,
And the brown mist whitely breaking
Where arrowy torrents reached the plain.

A maddened moon
Leapt in his heart and...
Whirled the crimson tide
Of his blood until it sang aloud of battle
Where the querns of dark death grind,
Till it sang and scorned in pride
Love - the froth-pale
Blossom of the boglands
That flutters on the waves of
The wandering wind.

Flower quiet in the rush strewn sheiling
At the dawntime Grainne lay,
While beneath the birch-topped roof
The sunlight groped upon its way
And stopped above her sleeping white body
With a wasp yellow ray.

The hot breath of the day awoke her,
And wearied of its heat
She wandered out by the noisy elms
On the cool mossy peat,
Where the shadowed leaves
Like pecking linnets
Nodded round her feet.

She leaned and saw
In the pale-grey waters,
By twisted hazel boughs,
Her lips like heavy drooping poppies
In a rich redness drowse,
Then swallow...
Lightly touched the ripples
Until her wet lips were
Burning as ripened rowan berries
Through the white winter air.

Lazily she lingered
Gazing so,
As the slender osiers
Where the waters flow,
As greentwigs of sally
Swaying to and fro.
Sleepy moths fluttered
In her dark eyes,
And her lips grew quieter
Than lullabies.
Swaying with the reedgrass
Over the stream
Lazily she lingered
Cradling a dream.

-Austin Clarke-
"The Vengeance of Finn"