VII.
Then the war-cry sounded—"Lamb-dearg
Aboo!"
And the whole clan rush'd to the battle plain:
They were thrice driven back, but they closed
anew
That an end might come to their King's
great pain.
'Twas a nation, not army, that onward rush'd,
'Twas a nation's blood from their wounds that
gush'd:
Bare-bosom'd they fought, and with joy were
slain;
Till evening their blood fell fast like rain;
But a shout swelled up o'er the setting sun,
And O'Donnell died, for the field was won.
So they buried their King upon Aileach's shore;
And in peace he slept;—O'Donnell More.
——Aubrey de Vere.