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IRISH SONGS AND LYRICS 355 |
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Thy soul is striding down the perilous road; And, see, the ghosts of heathen whom thy spear Laid low, arise and follow in their fear
Him who is braver than their bravest god!
Why is thy soul surrounded by no more
Of thine adoring clansmen ? " You had been Full worthy," wouldst thou answer, hadst thou seen
The charge that drove the pirates from our shore.
But thou wast lying prone upon the sand,
Death-wounded, blind with blood, and gasping:
"Go! Two swords are somewhat; join the rest. I know
Another charge will beat them from the land."
So when the slaughter of the Danes was done, We found thee dead—a-stare with sunken eyes At those red surges, and bewailed by cries
Of sea-mews sailing from the fallen sun.
We kissed thee, one by one, lamenting sore :
Men's tears have washed the blood-stain from thy
brow Thy spear and sword and our dear love hast thou;
We have thy name and fame for evermore.
So sang the warriors to their clouded star, King Ivor, as they heapt his cairn on high; A landmark to the sailor sailing by,
A warning to the spoiler from afar. |
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