The Complete Works. William Butler Yeats

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      ‘Who bade you tell these things?’ and then she cried

      To those about, ‘Beat him with thongs of hide

      And drive him from the door.’ And thus it was;

      And where her son, Finmole, on the smooth grass

      Was driving cattle, came she with swift feet,

      And called out to him, ‘Son, it is not meet

      That you stay idling here with flocks and herds.’

      ‘I have long waited, mother, for those words;

      But wherefore now?’

      ‘There is a man to die;

      You have the heaviest arm under the sky.’

      ‘My father dwells among the sea-worn bands,

      And breaks the ridge of battle with his hands.’

      ‘Nay, you are taller than Cuchulain, son.’

      ‘He is the mightiest man in ship or dun.’

      ‘Nay, he is old and sad with many wars,

      And weary of the crash of battle cars.’

      ‘I only ask what way my journey lies,

      For God, who made you bitter, made you wise.’

      ‘The Red Branch kings a tireless banquet keep,

      Where the sun falls into the Western deep.

      Go there, and dwell on the green forest rim;

      But tell alone your name and house to him

      Whose blade compels, and bid them send you one

      Who has a like vow from their triple dun.’

      Between the lavish shelter of a wood

      And the gray tide, the Red Branch multitude

      Feasted, and with them old Cuchulain dwelt,

      And his young dear one close beside him knelt,

      And gazed upon the wisdom of his eyes,

      More mournful than the depth of starry skies,

      And pondered on the wonder of his days;

      And all around the harp-string told his praise,

      And Conchubar, the Red Branch king of kings,

      With his own fingers touched the brazen strings.

      At last Cuchulain spake, ‘A young man strays

      Driving the deer along the woody ways.

      I often hear him singing to and fro;

      I often hear the sweet sound of his bow,

      Seek out what man he is.’

      One went and came.

      ‘He bade me let all know he gives his name

      At the sword point, and bade me bring him one

      Who had a like vow from our triple dun.’

      ‘I only of the Red Branch hosted now,’

      Cuchulain cried, ‘have made and keep that vow.’

      After short fighting in the leafy shade,

      He spake to the young man, ‘Is there no maid

      Who loves you, no white arms to wrap you round,

      Or do you long for the dim sleepy ground,

      That you come here to meet this ancient sword?’

      ‘The dooms of men are in God’s hidden hoard.’

      ‘Your head a while seemed like a woman’s head

      That I loved once.’

      Again the fighting sped,

      But now the war rage in Cuchulain woke,

      And through the other’s shield his long blade broke,

      And pierced him.

      ‘Speak before your breath is done.’

      ‘I am Finmole, mighty Cuchulain’s son.’

      ‘I put you from your pain. I can no more.’

      While day its burden on to evening bore,

      With head bowed on his knees Cuchulain stayed;

      Then Conchubar sent that sweet-throated maid,

      And she, to win him, his gray hair caressed;

      In vain her arms, in vain her soft white breast.

      Then Conchubar, the subtlest of all men,

      Ranking his Druids round him ten by ten,

      Spake thus, ‘Cuchulain will dwell there and brood

      For three days more in dreadful quietude,

      And then arise, and raving slay us all.

      Go, cast on him delusions magical,

      That he may fight the waves of the loud sea.’

      And ten by ten under a quicken tree,

      The Druids chaunted, swaying in their hands

      Tall wands of alder and white quicken wands.

      In three days’ time, Cuchulain with a moan

      Stood up, and came to the long sands alone:

      For four days warred he with the bitter tide;

      And the waves flowed above him, and he died.

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