Padraic Colum (1881–1972). Anthology of Irish Verse. 1922.
By Daniel Corkery9. No Miracle
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The gossips sitting in a row:
How Feylimeed took wife by throat
And broke her beauty with a blow.
Ah, fortunate if now she die;
For piteous is a cloth-bound head
Instead of beauty’s flashing eye.
From women’s words and eyes of men,
But ancient Eefa whispered low:
“Simply you read the story then.”
But smiling blinked from side to side,
Till Enna, breathless, on them broke
Her mouth and eyes with horror wide.
“Who gropes his way?” “Why, Faylimeed!”
“The blind cat’s fingers, without doubt
Got at them sleeping?” “Nay, indeed,
Them dazzling in the sullen tide,
For ah, they say his heart was wrung
To see the wreck of beauty’s pride.”
Then Eefa whispered from her place:
“As Faylimeed gripped wife by throat
Her eyes flashed love into his face
And his heart blazed while his hand smote.”