The Travail of Passion The Poet pleads with his Friend for old Friends [vii] Hanrahan speaks to the Lovers of his Songs in coming Days Aedh pleads with the Elemental Powers Aedh wishes his Beloved were Dead Aedh wishes for the Cloths of Heaven Mongan thinks of his past Greatness Notes [1] [1] THE HOSTING OF THE SIDHE The host is riding from Knocknarea And over the grave of Clooth-na-bare; Caolte tossing his burning hair And Niamh calling Away, come away: Empty your heart of its mortal dream. The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round, Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound, Our breasts are heaving, our eyes are a-gleam,
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