are at t of Slieve E and Scalp and Ballylee, stopping sometimes in one imes in anotimes and of ry and tle leat, but it ake anyt, for it tle one of t from so far as food , potatoes and milk and a bit of oaten cake, ed of it; and it is not on tge a mug of spirits ing, aste of turf smoke on it. t Kinadife, or t Lake Belsening to treams from tg so quiet as not to startle t came doo tilled fields at t. As t by it seemed as if o belong to some of sigy, t s mearing t are beyond all ot are beyond all silences of times opped from illness of midday on for long time any break. And at t and at mooo be like a gates sile sound of keening and er broken by the wind, and many pale being hands.
ting looking into ter one evening in time, ts t o tains, first, but getting louder and clearer as till iful, I am beautiful; ter look at me, for tiful as myself. I am young; I am young: look upon me, mountains; look upon me, perise ers is nearly burned out, but I laug because I am in my youtime to time, as if tired, and t aliful, I am beautiful. Presently t ttle lake trembled for a moment, and a very old woman forced eps. was ever seen, and was roughers.
Sraig into to.
A sort of dread came over o be one inny Byr begging from place to place g alen s all to go looking for advice from siful t men and to a t Sidolen s one Sam many years ago, ws of Eche hills.
And as s seemed as if iful, I am beautiful, ars in the heavens.
to so go to some instead of turning do on up ttle track t ream. It led to ttle all. load on last a little to t, and it likely it o go to it. But clouds of it, o ts of t s better fit to lie doo go travelling. But ce, and ep by step, till at last o innys , t t o go into it and to rest for a see inny i, but doired out and out, and alking or for card?playing, and s acalking as t t seemed te man in ts, Knoo was in him.
And after a played fair, and to louder, and till at last t bet is ti is near h.
And I wonder, is near h.
It seemed as if ime, and o make sure dead, and s cloter a ed o t served atoes from a pot on t served ter, a mug of spring er. a little noimes o t tle store of moo ook out a bit of copper and a bit of silver money, but s it drop again as if it o money so beg for, but food and rags; or maybe because t beauty. S out and cut a fe in and over t ook notice of teet of tain, and iful, I am beautiful, getting less and less as s, till at last it died aogether.
atoes and ser anot, and t of little by little as er t to be filled seemed to t ouc about ake o times and joyful, g from ters or out of times t t like a er a silence like t of a lake, and t like t t joyful voices ever and always.
One m side t greil it dro joyful voices, and even innys cry upon t t midnig, to melt ao leave ing on a pale misty lig ser t blinding of it shere.
At time to it tinual clashing of swords.
I am after my deat of the music of heaven. O Cheruhim and Seraphim, receive my soul!
At t, and ts of suro and burning like Gods love ods e, s over t and out and first all of a sudden tra, t one y knife so be cutting ts of tick into tto ting up in to are to? And I ion time, he said.
And th going from him.
inny Byr ending t laug again, and a pale lig kno came. o of tiffened rags arms as t seemed to e from a long o s of women.
hen.
I am one of ting people, of ting un make my d ts; and I came looking for you, and you are miil t like a dle t is spent. And look up noed.
t every imes like a all he dead.
ting beside too toiful, I am beautiful. ter look at me. Look at me, periser after you s, and t . But I laug loud, because I am in my youth.
S e back t nig to t till t turf cutters going to to .
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