Myths and Legends of the Celtic Race - Knowledge Rush

CHAPTER V: TALES OF THE ULTONIAN CYCLE 199“ ‘Thou, the first in rhythmic cadence dressing life's discordanttale,Wars of chiefs and loves of maidens, gavest the Poem to theGael;Now they've lost their noblest measure, and in dark days hardat hand,Song shall be the only treasure left them in their native land.’“Fergus rose. A mist ascended with him, and a flash was seenAs of brazen sandals blended with a mantle's wafture green;But so thick the cloud closed o'er him, Eimena, return'd at last,Found not on the field before him but a mist-heap grey andvast.“Thrice to pierce the hoar recesses faithful Eimena essay'd;Thrice through foggy wildernesses back to open air he stray'd;Till a deep voice through the vapours fill'd the twilight far andnearAnd the Night her starry tapers kindling, stoop'd from heavento hear.[236]“Seem'd as though the skiey Shepherd back to earth had cast thefleeceEnvying gods of old caught upward from the darkening shrinesof Greece;So the white mists curl'd and glisten'd, to from heaven'sexpanses bare,Stars enlarging lean'd and listen'd down the emptied depths ofair.“All night long by mists surrounded Murgen lay in vapoury bars;All night long the deep voice sounded 'neath the keen,enlarging stars:But when, on the orient verges, stars grew dim and mistsretired,Rising by the stone of Fergus, Murgen stood a man inspired.