That wander thro’ the trackless blue
Forever, touching those they know
With beauty, and the things that come
Of beauty. Earth lies at my feet,
A dumb, vast shadow, vast as dumb.
[AT THE WHITENING OF THE DAWN]
At the whitening of the dawn,
As I came o’er the windy water,
I saw the salmon-fisher’s daughter,
Nuala ni Cholumain.