Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By Eleanor Hull51. The Sleep-Song of Grainne Over Dermuid
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Youth to whom my love is given, I am watching near thy head.
I will guard thee as thou dreamest, none shall harm while I am by.
In whose bosom torrents tremble, from whose sides the river breaks.
When he snatched from Conall Cernach Eithne of the laughing mouth.
Who, when stately Slaine sought him, laid the Hard-head Failbe low.
Where, amid the flaming torches, she and Duvach found their rest.
Stole the maiden he had craved for, plucked her from fierce Deacall’s hand.
I am wondering at thy beauty, marvelling how thy locks are curled.
Like the breaking of two spirits, if I did not see thee come.
Down its stony bed the streamlet hurries onward to the sea.
On the upland wastes of heather wings the grouse its heavy flight.
While the piping of the peeweet sounds across the distant fen.
With her downy brood beside her seeks the centre of the lake.
On thy track the wolf-hounds gather, sniffing up against the wind.
Youth to whom my love is given, see, I watch beside thy bed.