So wrought he then through magic that the form
Of her boy baby seemed upon her arm,
White as a rose.
"A Mary!—Yea!" laughed Math;
"Forsooth, another Mary!" then in wrath
Laid harsh hands on the babe and fiercely flung
Far in the salt sea. But the strong winds clung
Fast to the Elfin and the lithe waves swept
Him safely shoreward dry; some fishers kept
Him thus unseaed and christened Dylan, fair